#(someone expresses concern for them now and they’re just Ah-)

[ruporas]

lonely

[ID: A limited palette of green and pink, Vashwood comic. The first page serves as a prologue. The first panel shows Vash speaking to someone off screen while Wolfwood is lingering behind him. A black arrow is drawn pointing at him. In the second panel, Vash is buying donuts in the distance while Wolfwood is once again in view, lingering. and the black arrow is drawn pointing at him. In the third panel, Vash is leaving a cubicle and turning towards his right with a slightly peeved expression. He sees Wolfwood, leaning against the cubicle, waiting for him, and with the black arrow drawn, pointing at him, implicating the consistent hovering of Wolfwood’s presence during Vash’s everyday. At the bottom of the page, they’re drawn out of panel with Vash turning to Wolfwood and saying with an irritated expression, “You’re really following me everywhere, huh?” Wolfwood responds, “What, you got a problem?” Vash responds without hesitation, “Yeah, kinda...”

The second page starts with a new day. In the first panel, Vash is seen alone, weighing apples in his hands at a mart, with crowds passing behind him. In the second panel, he turns to his right and starts to say, “Hey, Wolfwood...” In the third panel, he’s startled from seeing a stranger, whom he’d accidentally called out to when he was expecting to see Wolfwood. He says, “Oh, you’re not him. Sorry!” In the fourth panel, the stranger walks off and Vash muses, “Right, he said he had something to do today...”

The third page begins with a close up of Vash's miffed expression, the continuation of Vash's thoughts, "Now that he's not here, this is just like how I used to be, but... It feels lonely somehow. Oh well, I'll see him again tonight, like always." In the second panel, it shows Vash walking through the marketplace crowd, alone. In the third panel, the door panel is a close up of the door opening with a peek of Vash's head. He says, "Wolfwood!" In the fourth panel, Vash is holding a bag of food with a bright smile and says, "Are you hungry? I got you something to eat today!"

The fourth page begins with a shot of the room, two beds being highlighted, one of them being made properly with the blanket draped over the bed and the other with the blanket folded and pillow sitting on top of it. There's no sign of Wolfwood. The second panel shows Vash with a disappointed look as he thinks, "He's still not here?" The third panel shows Vash putting the bag of food on the table. Stapled to the paper bag is the receipt with a written note "For Wolfwood." Vash's thoughts continue "He does like to stay out so, I guess there's no reason to worry..." The fourth panel shows Vash sitting his bed somberly with his thoughts continued, "It's not any of my business anyway..."

The fifth page starts with a close up his blank expression as he looks downwards, thinking, "Even if he left completely... That'd be understandable and better for him. I'll just travel alone again... like before... Huh?" The next panel shows Vash's composure break, tears welling up in his eyes suddenly, as he didn't expect to cry. He starts to sob, putting his hands to his face to quiet himself and wipe at his tears, as he says, "Ugh... Dammit... I miss h..." The last panel shows Vash leaning over into his hands, still crying, and in the back, the door swings wide open with a bam as Wolfwood walks through with the punisher swung behind him. He shouts, "SPIKEY! You in here?!"

The sixth page starts with Wolfwood confused, looking at Vash and Vash looks back, just as confused, with tears in his eyes and snot out of his nose. Wolfwood starts saying, "Ah? You..." No longer in panels, at the bottom of the page, Wolfwood takes the Punisher off of himself and starts to walk towards Vash, continuing with slight concern, "What's wrong with you? Did something happen?" Vash, hurriedly begins to wipe at his tears, denying immediately, "No! No, I'm fine! Nothing happened!"

The seventh page, Vash points towards the table, with a hand still wiping at his tears and he smiles as he says, "I uh got you food. On the table." Wolfwood looks towards to the table and responds, "Oh. I was getting hungry, thanks." He turns his head back to Vash immediately after with an uncertain expression, knowing the other wasn't responding to his concern, and says, "But, I know you're an idiot with this stuff, so I'm reminding you again. Don't brush it off if it's an issue, alright?"

The eight page, Vash's tears have dried and he looks to Wolfwood with a soft smile and responds, "Yeah. It's okay though..." A panel at the center shows a side view of Vash approaching Wolfwood. At the bottom of the page, with no panel, is a close up shot of Vash's hand, holding onto the edge of Wolfwood's jacket sleeve, as he says, "Because you're here now. Wolfwood."

The final page is a back shot of both of them standing next to each other, Wolfwood's head tilted slightly to the left, not fully believing Vash as he says, "That doesn't answer anything, Spikey." Vash responds, "There's no need to talk about it! You should enjoy your food. Let's have a drink too?" Wolfwood responds, "Tsk, tsk. Fine, yeah. I could use one." END ID]

#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #but onto this comic... i think and talk a LOT about vash's loneliness bc trigun is just. kind of central on that for a good while! esp in #the original manga he was alone for a good portion of it and he tends to keep others away like how he ran away from meryl and milly when #they tried to tag along. and he was kind of bothered when he realized ww was following him around Too. at the core even though he loves #humans and he loves deeply the people he does know -- he isnt really much of a people person and i think thats been the case since he was #young considering his initial doubts towards humans... with the exception of kids bc kids dont give him moral conflicts. so suddenly #here comes wolfwood!!! his guide. someone TRULY affixed to him until he has to get to knives. someone who isnt budging and someone whos #really good at following him around and even seems like he goes like 5 steps ahead to make sure vash doesnt run on him #in one way its - i don't want you to follow me bc i don't want to burden you and i don't want you to kill the people i want to save. #in another way its - i like this companionship. i like waking up to you and i like ending the way with you. i like talking to someone who #knows my world. i like being in your space and sometimes i enjoy talking about our day #theyre just living together. like. roadtrip buddies or theyre also under the same roof because they're going everywhere together. #trimax they mainly spend their mornings together and if they had personal business attend the other person would usually know and itd only #be during the midday. anyway bc of this kind of companionship i figure that vash eventually grew accustom to it and he really. cant go back #to the kind of loneliness from before. it's harder to imagine and it'd be harder to withstand. esp after 2 years with lina and her grandma. #ruporas art

[mondaymelon]

— "𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨?" ♥

:feat~ alhaitham, kaveh x gn!reader:

⤷ modern!au, fluff✩ ⤷ they’re away at work and you miss them, so you decide to give them a call… wearing their clothes.

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ (open!) : @manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside, @ilyuu, @achlysis @poweredbyghostadventures & @solxima, come get your sumeru men (kaveh)

ALHAITHAM’s automatic message is what greets you.

“This is Al Haitham. Currently Busy. If it’s urgent, leave me a voicemail.”

You hadn’t expected him to pick up in the first place, but you knew his work schedule, and he should be on break right about now… however, you won’t allow yourself to be disheartened!

The solution? Call him again, and again, and… well, you miss him a lot, so you’ll just continue until he picks up… eventually.

And when he finally does…

“This is Haitham. What do you want…” His stern voice trails off upon seeing you, and that your camera is on. “Love, why are you FaceTiming me? Did something happen?” The way his exasperated tone melts into one of sincerity instead makes you feel warm inside.

“I missed you.” You pout, before rolling onto your stomach. Instantly, the male’s concerned expression morphs upon seeing what you’re wearing - into one of hesitant silence.

“Is that… my shirt…?” Archons, you know exactly what you’re doing, aren’t you?

“And what if it is? Do you not want me to wear it…?”

Please don’t pout at him like that, or the stoic man might just cave in.

“Why are you…” He’s hesitant to ask, but he does so anyway.

“It makes me feel like you’re here.”

Those words make him fall silent.

“...Fuck.” He’s turned his camera off, but you’re able to catch a glimpse of the red that’s risen to his face before he did.

It’s so innocent how you’re obviously capturing his heart. ♥

KAVEH almost immediately picks up, and you can practically hear the excitement in his voice. 

“Love, what’re you calling me for?” There’s distinct talking in the background, and you worry that you may have disturbed your boyfriend during an important work meeting. You try to take a look at his video, seeing people dressed in business suits behind him.

“Oh, are you busy?”

“Not at all!” You can hear his smile. “What do you need?”

“...I just missed you.”

That’s when the male notices that you’ve donned his sweater, draped too large over your frame. Your words, along with the sight he’s just beheld, is enough to turn the blonde into a blushing mess. He has his hand over his mouth, stuttering and stumbling through his words as he practically glows red.

“L-Love- i-is that my… sweater…?” He sounds shy, almost, with the undeniably apparent flush that’s dusting his cheeks and ears.

“Yes…?”

Ah, his heart is racing now, how is he supposed to concentrate on anything? “...Because you missed me?”

“Mhm.”

“Fuck this…” Kaveh sighs under his breath as he runs a hand through his hair. After a moment of silence, he speaks again, calling to someone off-camera. “Boss, I’m using my sick hours today, I’ll be leaving early!” You can hear a distant, “wait, what?” in the background… but it’s already too late - Kaveh’s already sprinting out of the door, beaming at the camera, slight blush still present on his cheeks.

“I’m coming back home, so wait for me!” ♥

(a/n) kaveh is so silly

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[adonis-koo]

sweet nothing • 6

(in which, you should have listened)

↳ Description: being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isn’t all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself.

His two rules are simple, don’t cause trouble and don’t give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/reader, ???/reader

↳ Genre: slice of life AU, mafia!AU, pregnancy, there’s like…a little bit of a plot but not a lot, future smut? maybe? it's very domestic!

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Note: last regular update before I drop off for awhile <333

Two Years Ago

02:21am

Red Light

To say you were nervous, was an understatement of the century. 

You had been concerned about Wonho’s involvement in illegal things for a long while now, but it was always the same excuse with him, ‘I’m fine! You know me, i’ll weasel my way out of anything!’

Or something akin to that dismissive statement.

So for Wonho to come home with a serious expression on his face and ask you if you’d be willing to come out with him, something had happened. He never came to you for help, so in that moment you couldn’t possibly turn him down. 

It’s how you ended up here, following behind him into the seedy looking building, there were no signs on it that even indicated it was open, in fact, it didn’t even look vacant. 

Wonho told you they called it the Red Light though, and you quickly realized why once you entered inside, a mixture of perfume and cologne in the air along with the smell of sweat, you could hear the faint moans through the walls. 

This was a brothel. 

It made you anxiously wipe your hands against your jeans as you both squeezed through the long narrow corridor into the main building where you quickly felt undressed, many people wore masks concealing their identities. 

“Stay away from them,” Wonho whispered to you, “Supposedly they’re government officials and things of that nature, the only people who conceal their identities here, is for a reason.” “Wonho,”

He paused at the sound of your strangled word, your expression morphed into one of pure fear and anxiety, “Why did you bring me here? What’s going on?” 

Despite your distraught expression your words were nothing more than a whisper, Wonho frowned, “Nothing major is going on I just…” He frowned as he glanced away, “I’d feel better having someone I trust with me for this, you don’t have to do or say anything, just…be you.” 

You searched over his expression in hopes of finding some glimmer or truth or lie in them, but as always, Wonho has a good poker face. 

You say nothing more, allowing him to take the lead once more through the main room, the discomfort not leaving you but it did lessen once you entered into a back room where the moans had finally become silent. 

This room however had a different kind of tension. 

“Ah there he is. Just in time Wonho, you be dealed in?” 

It was a small room, much nicer than most of the building so far, a small group of men sat at a round table, poker being played at the moment, not with chips but a multitude of things, pill bottles had been carelessly thrown on the table, a few pistols, and of course, dollar bills. 

“I would’ve brought something of value with me had I know,” Wonho flashed a charming grin at them. 

“You got something of value right behind you.” Another man commented, nodding his head slightly behind Wonho only for you to realize he was gesturing to you. 

“Excuse me?” 

He looked amused at your reaction. 

“Don’t tempt me Jungkook.” Wonho chuckled as he gave you a pat on the head, “But my little sister isn’t on the table tonight.” 

You peered over Wonho’s shoulder only to watch the man’s expression- Jungkook- if you had heard correct- dimmed by a fraction until an unreadable expression crossed his face, dark eyes flickering between you both. 

“Sister huh?” He flicked his cigar into the ashtray before setting it inside, “The fuck are you bringing her here for? Cus’ it better not be for what I just joked about.” 

You felt yourself visibly shrink back at the cold glare that drilled into your brother, even if he wasn’t looking at you, you could still feel the frost from here. 

“Consider her my partner for the night, you have Yoongi,” Wonho pointed a finger at the man who sat beside him, “I have Y/n.” 

The man- Jungkook shifted in his seat, a large hand set on the table over his cards, his pointer finger tapping on the table, adorned in various rings as his expression remained stoic. 

“That the truth?” His eyes flickered to you. 

It felt like electricity shooting in the air as you both stayed silent for a long moment, shifting in your spot you hesitated as you stepped forward to stand beside your brother, “Wonho would never do that to me. I’m here because Wonho asked me to be here.”

Jungkook stared at you for a long moment, then you noticed his eyes, they softened a little,  “Good.” Only to harden once more as he looked at Wonho, gesturing to the empty seats at the front of the table.

The meeting had taken around an hour, you had stayed silent the whole time and nobody paid you much mind, aside from Jungkook, who’d occasionally let his gaze wonder to you before Wonho would say something that would make him stiffen. 

You had deduced who was hot headed partner and who was the relaxed one out of the two very quickly, but aside from the rash display of emotions on Jungkook’s part, everything seemed to go off without a hitch. 

You didn’t understand much of what was being said, aside from some more familiar drug names and logistics, something about running a crate to Seoul…?

Before the meeting officially closed Jungkook had nodded to one of his lackey’s who grabbed a brief case, opening it up nearly made your eyes pop out of your head. 

It had to be at least 300 million won. 

“We’ll pay the rest after you’ve delivered, and remember,” Jungkook frowned, “Part of this is going into your stock, so don’t blow it all.” 

“You can count on me!” Wonho grinned confidently, “Thank you both for your time. We can meet again after I’ve delivered the crate.” 

The two men nodded and the meeting ended, the door opened once more and people began to shuffle in and out of the room. 

“Here, for you.” Wonho grinned as he pulled a rubber band stack on won out of the brief case, handing it to you. 

You swallowed hard shaking your head, “Oh no, I’m- I’m okay…” It was one thing witnessing this, it was another actively spending money that came from illegal dealings. 

“No, no I insist.” Wonho shoved it into your hand as he winked, “I always told you I’d find a way to provide for us Y/n, you deserve some spending more, maybe you could even buy that set of canvas’s you’ve been browsing online. I’m gonna go spend mine in a less creative way though.” 

He peered outside the room but before you could stop him he had already disappeared, leaving you in the hustle and bustle. 

Clearly three am was the busiest time of the night, you hesitantly walked out of the room into an even busier main lobby, the bar counter has littered with people and even more masked figured had appeared, prostitutes weren’t difficult to spot, some naked, other scantily clad clinging to cloaked figures and others had already gotten busy.

All of the sights had your fingers shaking and uncertain of where to look, or where to go, this place was surprisingly large on the inside, leaving you lost as how to leave.

“You looking to use that money sweetheart?” A girl called out to you, she couldn’t of been any older then yourself, clinging to a masked figured as she reached out to you, “We’re looking for a third, I’ll make it a hell of a time.” 

“O-oh um…!” You stuttered out, trying very hard to not look at her large chest that was on display. 

You weren’t looking at them! They were looking at you!” 

“She’s with me.” A large hand pressed against your back delicately, behind you towered the tall figure out the very person your brother had just made a deal with, Jungkook. 

You hadn’t realized how tall he was when he was sitting down, but now standing you quickly got the impression that he was just an intimidating person all around, his was in a mix matched suit, a black loose button up top, the last five buttons were undone though, fitted against a dark maroon jacket.

His hair was black and bangs dusting over his eyes, his hair had a slight curl to it though, grazing close to his sharp jawline and chiseled features. 

The prostitute glanced between you both before she scoffed, “I guess I know who’s paying who.” She eyed you before walking away with the masked man as you scoffed, feeling a bit indignant that she insinuated you would pay Jungkook to...!

“Don’t mind them.” Jungkook said as his hand dropped back to his side, “They get upset the moment they can’t get money from someone.” 

You turned to fully face him, glancing back into the crowd were the prostitute disappeared and then back to him. 

“I apologize for not formally introducing myself sooner. I’m Jeon Jungkook.” He held out a hand to you, your eyes dropping once more, he wore about seven rings all together, multiple on each finger.

Carefully you shook his hand, his hand was rough and calloused, at least twice the size of your own, “Kang Y/n. I’m Wonho’s sister, but well you already know that…” Your smile was a bit sheepish, eyes darting away, finding it near impossible to maintain steady eye contact with him. 

He nodded before glancing towards the crowd, “Where’s your brother?” 

“Oh um…” You frowned, “He…” You weren’t sure how to word it. 

“He left you.” It was an accusation, a plain one that Jungkook frowned while saying.

“Not technically I mean…he’s still here, sorta…”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched for a brief moment as he shook his head, saying no more, “Do you need help getting home?” 

“I’m sure I’ll manage…” You rubbed the back of your neck, “I don’t want to bother you, I’m sure you’re very busy.” 

“This was my last event of the night,” Jungkook replied, “At least let me walk you out of the building.” 

You shifted a little…you did need some help…”Okay,” You nodded, “I appreciate your help.”

Jungkook only nodded, walking beside you as he began to weave you through the corridors, and once again the noise slowly faded into nothing as you arrived at the entrance once more.

The cool night air hit your face in a reliving gust of wind as you sighed in relief, having not realized how much tenison you had been holding until now.

You paused however at the cold drops of rain that begin to patter on the ground, lightening shooting across the sky quickly followed by thunder. 

You both stood in silence as the rain began to pour down as you sighed, “Um…I’m…I’m sorry but…about that ride home…?” 

Jungkook’s lips curved into a small smile, and for the first time you noticed a thin piece of metal adorning his lower lip and one dimple pressing into his cheek. He had a very pretty smile. 

It was a short wait before his car had been pulled around, a sleek black Corvette, the door opened with an umbrella. 

“Sir,” The man greeted him with a nod, walking under the rain cover to them before handing off the umbrella.

“Yeonjun, I want you on watch tonight, do what you want, just pay attention.” Jungkook said, the man gave one nod before walking into the building behind them. 

Jungkook gestured you forward, you weren’t too sure how to act, you never had someone walk you to the passenger side of a car before, opening the door for you, let alone hold an umbrella over to make you didn’t get wet. 

The seat’s were warm and comfortable, the air still had that new smell about it, and finally it dawned on you. You were in a Corvette with somebody that, you didn’t know for certain, but you had the assumption could easily make you dead if he felt so inclined. 

Anxiety spiked through your body as you shifted uncomfortably, the door to the drivers side opening as Jungkook got in, closing the umbrella as he set in on the floorboard. 

“You comfortable?” He asked, eyes glancing over your figure, once again as if making sure you were fine. 

You nodded, but your lack of verbal reply made him frown, “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing.” You replied, clearing your throat, “I um…being in something this expensive makes me nervous.” Jungkook snorted, “You won’t do anything that I can’t fix with spare change, promise.” 

Spare change…

“Jungkook,” 

He hummed in response as he began to drive.

“Do you mind if I ask a question?” 

“Depends on the question.” He shrugged. 

“...How do you afford this?” 

Jungkook laughed, you were taken off guard, his expression even relaxed a little as he sunk further in his seat, “I’m a CEO sweetheart, not to sound like an asshole but that makes generally a lot of money on it’s own, not including under the table.” 

It felt like a knot formed in your stomach, Sweetheart? It sounded like dripping honey off his tongue that had you clearing your throat, “Then why work under the table?” 

Jungkook shrugged, “Why not?” 

You weren’t dumb enough to not understand he was evading the question, and so you left it alone, “Thank you again, for driving me home.” 

Jungkook said nothing for a long moment as you glanced at him, before to his fingers that were drumming on the steer wheel, something in his eyes that gave you the impression he was annoyed. 

It made you worry for a moment until he spoke, “Your brother…” His expression remained, “He’s good at what he does. But I don’t appreciate his constant concern for saving his own skin though.”

You frowned at his insinuation, “He’s always taken care of me.” 

“He left you just minutes ago,” Jungkook replied, his tone the same as if laying out facts and you supposed in a way he way, “People who care about you, don’t leave you somewhere you’ve never been and know is a dangerous place.” 

You shook your head, “It’s not like that.” 

“Is it?” Jungkook’s voice softened a little before he sighed, “My apologies. I just don’t like seeing innocent people dragged into this side of things, one wrong move, one wrong interaction and you could be a prostitute in that brothel in a matter of minutes.” 

You didn’t say anything once more and Jungkook briefly glanced at you and then back towards the empty road, “I’m not trying to scare you, I just want you to be aware of what’s going on, those girls? They aren’t there because they want to be, they’re there because they’re paying off a debt of some kind. Because they didn’t have any other way to pay it off besides their bodies. It’s fucked,” Jungkook shrugged, despite his words he looked nonpulsed, “But that’s the way it works. All I’m saying, is tread carefully.” 

Tread carefully….You think about those words often these days. Laid out on the sectional in the foyer your hands rested on your bump as you had been nodding off. It was monsoon season meaning another large bout of rain had come in. 

It had made you reminisce about the first time you had met Jungkook, you had forgotten all about that car ride, how it felt being in such a closed space with him, his kind but stern words so…Him. 

At the time you had dismissed a lot of things, hell, even up until the last week you had dismissed a lot of things, but the more you thought about it, the more you wondered. 

A lot of what if’s had been crossing your mind. 

What if you had crossed that line with him? 

Many questions had remained unanswered though, questions that you were still hesitant to ask. 

His words kept ringing in your mind though, it made you frown. 

Tread carefully…

You should’ve listened to him when you had the chance. 

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[shadowdaddies]

can i request something with elorcan x reader. Maybe elide and lorcan are mated and they start to feel guilty about liking reader and don’t tell each other. And one day they’re jealous when someone flirts with reader and they look at each other and are like

“ i know why im jealous, why are you?🤨” and they just confess to each other and both realize that the mating bond includes reader so they tell her and they get together

We Have Now

Poly!Elorcan x f!Reader

Leaning against the doorframe, Elide watched as you sparred with Lorcan, a triumphant smile gracing your features as the tip of your wooden practice sword pinned his chest. “Ah the mighty warrior, why does it seem you’re so distracted during our training sessions lately?” you teased.

Lorcan’s cheeks tinged red, the brawny male clearing his throat as his eyes flicked to where Elide stood watching. You turned, eyes lighting up as you caught sight of the stunning female. “Hi lovely!” you called, summoning Elide over as you wrapped her in a sweaty hug. “Thank you for the training as always, Lorcan. I’ll let you two lovebirds be alone,” you said, winking as you took Lorcan’s practice sword to stow alongside your own. 

You felt their eyes on your back as your boots scuffed the stone floors, sending a nervous smile over your shoulder as you worried you might be intruding. Lorcan glanced nervously at Elide, her black eyes tracking the sway of your hips as she bit her lip. “You don’t need to rush off,” she called, her gaze flicking to Lorcan, whose eyes were now once more locked on you. “You can join us for tea before dinner tonight, if you like.” 

You whirled around, heart pounding at the invitation to spend more time with them. You knew it was wrong to feel the way you did about a mated couple, but there was an irresistible pull drawing you to them - as if you could breathe easier, colors brighter, air fresher when they were around. You managed to shake your head, a pleasant smile on your lips as you promised to see them tonight at dinner, completely unaware that the both of them felt that same pull towards you.

Elide and Lorcan looked at each other after you left, silence hanging thick in the air between them. With a shaky exhale, Elide broke the tension first, once more evading admitting their feelings for you. They went for tea, enjoying each others’ company as though it were a half of a meal - wonderful as it was, not entirely fulfilling. 

You donned a special dress for the evening, knowing that several of your friends were visiting Perranth from Orynth, and would be at dinner tonight. Satisfied with your appearance, you made your way to the dining room where Aelin, Rowan, and Fenrys were already waiting. 

With an excited yelp, you ran to give Aelin a hug, following up by greeting Rowan and Fenrys. Elide and Lorcan entered the room just as you were speaking with Fenrys, angered expressions on their faces confusing you. You took the seat next to Fenrys, balking at Elide’s intense stare as you did so. 

As dinner progressed, the tension in the room grew, Elide and Lorcan seemingly upset over something that you couldn’t determine. Lorcan’s eyes remained fixed on your end of the table, bouncing between you and Fenrys. You gave him a concerned look, noticing the white knuckle grip the male held on his fork, and Lorcan exhaled, giving you an apologetic smile. He wrapped his arm around Elide, the pair seeming to cool down until Fenrys put an arm on your shoulder, leaning across to take a bite of dessert from your plate.

Elide jumped from her chair, practically hissing as Lorcan snapped his metal fork in half. Rowan and Aelin halted, warily checking for visible threats before understanding crossed their faces. Snickering, Aelin pulled Fenrys away by the arm, your friend stealing the rest of your cake as the trio stood. “We’ll leave you three to talk,” Rowan murmured, his deep voice carrying across the room as he exited with Aelin and Fenrys.

You reared back, wide-eyed as you gaped at Elide, who was still standing over you with flushed cheeks. “What is going on with you two?” you whisper-shouted, knowing Aelin and Rowan were likely listening with their ears pressed to the door. Busybodies. 

Lorcan gently pulled Elide to sit back down, the couple sharing a nervous glance as realization struck them. Elide turned towards you slowly. “We were...”

“Jealous,” Lorcan finished, Elide reaching over to squeeze his hand in affirmation. You gawked at them, at a loss for words as your mind scrambled to catch up. 

“Why would you be jealous?” you breathed, swallowing thickly as your heart raced, hope coursing through your chest.

They looked at each other, a silent understanding passing between the two of them before Elide reached for your hand across the table. The moment her hand connected with yours, you felt the snap in your chest, feeling a wholeness that you didn’t know was possible before. Lorcan smiled, letting out a rough laugh as he reached his hand as well. “You’re our mate.”

You nodded, a weight lifted off your shoulders as understanding finally filled you. You started, “I’ve always felt drawn to you both, and I felt horrible for it-“ 

Elide shook her head, pressing a kiss to your hand. “I felt the same. I think we always knew there was something more, but I was scared of what it meant. I wish we had talked about this sooner.” 

You smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to Elide’s cheek, then Lorcan’s. “We have now.”

“Finally! Can we come back in?” Aelin shouted through the door. Lorcan scowled, but you and Elide laughed as she shouted back a “yes.”

Aelin ran in, heading straight for the cake she’d left on the table. “Fenrys, you might need to sit at the opposite end,” she joked, earning a warning snarl from Lorcan that had you giggling, eyes alight with a new joy at finding your mates.

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[hamsterclaw]

Everything

Yoongi and you are at a wedding, and it seems like he's spending time with everyone but you. Set after the events of Vows - read the rest here.

Pairing: Yoongi x F! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut, angst, arranged marriage AU

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Sex, as always, Kim Seokjin in a suit

Yoongi enters the kitchen and you freeze in front of the open fridge where you’ve been munching yesterday’s leftover noodles.

He looks every inch the chaebol he is, in his bespoke tuxedo, his perfectly aligned bow tie, his hair styled back. He even has makeup on, just enough to make him look airbrushed.

Your husband looks like he’s stepped out the pages of a magazine, and you —-

Well, you had been feeling pretty good before you decided you needed to eat something before the wedding you’re both going to.

You lift the box and offer it to Yoongi. ‘Noodles?’

He’s looking at you with a bemused expression on his face.

You take that as a ‘no’. 

***

You fidget in the passenger seat of Yoongi’s vintage sportscar and examine your reflection in the mirror.

The lipstick you’d reapplied hastily before you left the house looks perfect. You’re checking your teeth when you catch Yoongi staring at you.

‘Just checking there’s no lipstick on my teeth,’ you explain.

His brow rises slightly, but he says nothing.

‘You look very handsome,’ you offer.

‘I know how I look,’ Yoongi says. He sounds disinterested.

‘Like my dress?’ you ask, smoothing out a wrinkle in the silk.

‘It’s pretty,’ Yoongi replies. 

You try not to feel hurt that he hasn’t complimented you specifically.

You look out the window. 

‘My family are all going to be at this wedding,’ Yoongi says.

‘I’ll try not to embarrass you,’ you say, lightly. 

He glances at you like he’s not quite convinced.

He stops the car, gets out to open your door for you. The flash of cameras, which you weren’t expecting, makes you startle, and Yoongi’s hand tightens on your arm.

‘You ok?’ he murmurs. You look up at him, still unused to him being concerned about you even though your relationship’s much more affectionate now.

‘I’m ok, Yoongi,’ you reply. 

Maybe he wasn’t that concerned, because as soon as you step into the hotel he’s approached by his grandfather. 

He greets you both and leads Yoongi away. Yoongi glances back at you once, and you’re still standing, watching them go.

You remember what he said about his whole family being at the wedding and put your game face on.

Your husband’s chaebol, but so are you. You straighten your shoulders, raise your head and nearly fall over as someone bumps into you from behind.

‘Ah sorry, I didn’t see you —-‘

You’re apologising too when you realise who it is.

Min Yoonseok.

He realises at the same time as you, and the smile that he gives you is sexy, devastatingly handsome. 

Objectively, he’s as beautiful as all the Min family are, but he isn’t a patch on your husband. 

You’re smiling back when he says, voice low but missing the gravelliness of your husband’s, ‘you look very beautiful.’

They’re the words you’ve wanted to hear all night, but it’s the wrong man saying them.

Yoongi would melt your heart and reduce you to blushing and stammering if he said that to you, but to Yoonseok, you smile and murmur your thanks.

‘You look handsome,’ you say, ‘that colour’s great on you.’

He holds out his arm for you to take as he leads you further into the ballroom. 

You catch a disapproving look from one of Yoongi’s uncles, and you understand why. In the early days of your marriage to Yoongi, you’d chosen to flirt shamelessly with Yoonseok as a way of aggravating Yoongi.

Yoonseok had been more than happy to flirt back, and Yoongi had never let on that it bothered him. Until you’d decided to make amends and Yoongi had wrestled Yoonseok over an ultimate frisbee game.

The memory of your husband, sweaty and panting, expression thunderous as he’d grabbed Yoonseok in a headlock, is still one of the sexiest things you’ve ever seen.

Yoonseok’s staring at you curiously, and you make a valiant effort to temper the dreaminess of your smile.

Finally he laughs. ‘Where’s Yoongi? I can’t leave you alone, you’re way too pretty to be left unattended at a wedding like this.’

You’re indignant. ‘I can handle myself.’

‘You look like you can,’ comes a silvery voice beside you.

You turn to a faintly familiar, very pretty face. 

The man who’s spoken holds out a hand. ‘Park Jimin.’

‘Min Y/N,’ you reply, shaking his hand.

‘I can escort you to your husband,’ Park Jimin says, leading you away from Yoonseok so smoothly you’re halfway across the ballroom before you realise it.

‘How do you know my husband?’ you ask, politely.

‘The man who outbid me to buy you at the charity auction?’ Park Jimin offers, eyes twinkling with mischief.

You can’t help your smile as you remember the moment Yoongi told you in bed after the auction that he had never had any intention of letting you be ‘bought’ by anyone else.

‘Everyone knows Min Yoongi,’ Jimin says. ‘Also we went to school together. And I have no idea where he is, apart from that it was foolish of him to leave you unattended tonight.’

You meet his gaze, teasing. ‘Park Jimin, are you kidnapping me?’ 

‘I would if you’d let me,’ Jimin admits, grinning at you so charmingly you laugh.

��He’s got family business to attend to,’ you say, loyally.

‘He’s also staring daggers at me, behind you,’ Jimin tells you, leaning close. 

You turn so quickly Jimin laughs. 

You spot your husband across the room, and automatically change course to head for him.

You’re a few metres away when he’s approached by a beautiful woman in jade green whom you don’t know. You watch as he smiles at her in greeting, leans down to kiss her cheek.

You realise you’ve come to a complete stop.

Yoongi turns your way, and you rearrange your facial expression so quickly you’re not sure you fool him.

Kim Seokjin arrives at your elbow with a glass of champagne.

‘I did say he’s an idiot sometimes,’ he says, coiffed and perfectly groomed as always in his white tux.

‘He’s my idiot,’ you say, accepting the glass and taking a gulp.

Seokjin takes your arm. ‘Come on, let’s feed you.’

‘But Yoongi—-‘ you protest.

‘You have the whole night to stare at him longingly,’ Seokjin replies, firmly.

He grins. ‘Come stare at me for a bit.’

As Seokjin leads you to a quiet table in an alcove, seemingly set up just for him, he says, ‘you look very beautiful.’

You sigh. ‘Do you think Yoongi thinks so?’

Seokjin looks at you thoughtfully. ‘Didn’t he say so?’

You’re not going to be butthurt about the fact every man you’ve spoken to tonight, apart from your beautiful husband, has complimented you.

‘You’re right, he was probably too stunned to even say anything,’ you say, summoning your haughtiest tone, squaring your shoulders. 

Seokjin shrugs. ‘Did you know your mouth turns down when you’re lying?’

‘Maybe if you’d realised that sooner I wouldn’t have been able to fool you all those times,’ you tell him sweetly.

Seokjin laughs and nods to a waiter, who advances with a plate of food.

‘Eat, Mrs Min.’

Seokjin is a delightful distraction during your meal, solicitous in offering you morsels from his own plate, refilling your glass generously.

You’ve excused yourself to get some air when you realise you’re not alone on the balcony. 

Kim Namjoon straightens up from where he’s been leaning over the railing. 

‘Y/N,’ he says, polite as always.

‘Namjoon,’ you return, warmly. ‘Is Nayeon here too?’

‘She had to work,’ he tells you. He tilts his head. ‘You look pretty. That colour suits you.’

You’re grateful for the darkness to hide the expression on your face. 

When Namjoon goes inside, you stay, shivering a little at the crispness of the night air.

‘Are you enjoying yourself?’ 

You close your eyes at the sound of your husband’s voice.

‘Yoongi,’ you say.

It doesn’t matter to you that he hasn’t complimented you. You don’t care now. You’re just happy that he’s finally spending time with you.

Yoongi’s arranging his jacket over your shoulders with care.

‘I saw you eating with Seokjin,’ he says.

‘He wanted me to admire him,’ you say dryly. 

‘I’m glad you ate,’ Yoongi says. He leans against the railing next to you. 

‘Yoongi,’ you say, touching his arm. ‘Can we go home?’

He looks at you, face half-shadowed, the straight line of his lips the only thing visible in the moonlight. 

You wish you could read him better.

He offers you his dress shirt-clad arm. ‘Yes, brat, we can go home.’

***

You’re sitting in Yoongi’s huge bathroom in your finery, watching as he cleanses his skin.

He turns to you. ‘Are you watching me for skincare pointers? Because your skin is better than mine.’

You sigh. At this point, you don’t know what you want, torn between wanting a hug and wanting your husband to call you pretty and fuck you senseless. 

Yoongi’s already turned back to finish washing his face. His silver rings gleam in the light as he moves his hands.

You sigh again, and Yoongi raises a brow at you in the mirror. 

You search his face for a sign of any emotion, but he’s expressionless. 

‘I’m going to get my pyjamas,’ you tell him.

Back in your rooms, you get undressed and take your makeup off despondently. 

You’re heading back to what you still think of as Yoongi’s room, even though you sleep together every night these days, when you glimpse the stuffed kitten Yoongi once won you at a funfair.

You clutch it to your chest and get into your bed instead.

***

You wake to total darkness and Yoongi’s arm around you.

His voice is raspy, low. 

‘Don’t you want me tonight, jagiya?’ he asks.

You want to turn to face him, but he holds you tight against his chest. His hand strokes a path over your bare skin, and your senses light up under his touch.

‘You spend your night talking to every man but me, and then I find you in your own bed cuddling this damn cat when you should be with me,’ he says, disgruntled.

You’re about to answer when he says, ‘Yoonseok, fucking Park Jimin, Seokjin, Jeonghyeok, Sehun, Namjoon.’

He’s listed all the men you’ve spoken to tonight. 

You hadn’t realised he’d been that aware of you. 

You’re trying to process what that means when he groans. ‘Let go of that cat so I can hold you.’

You’re so confused all you can think of to say is, ‘You won me this cat.’

Yoongi nudges you flat onto your back and gets on top of you.

He lowers his lips to yours and kisses you gently.

‘I’ll win you anything you like,’ he says as he pulls back. ‘Buy you the whole damn funfair if you want.’

You’re distracted by the weight of him, the press of his length between your legs.

You shift your hips so he’s fully on top of you.

‘And popcorn too?’ you ask.

Yoongi laughs.

‘Everything,’ he promises.

Yoongi lowers his lips to yours again, and his kisses are languid, patient, a slow burn from your insides that steals your breath. 

He pauses with a hand under your (his) t-shirt, palm warm over your bare breast. 

‘Your tits look so good in my shirts,’ he murmurs. 

You’re trying to think of a snappy remark but he grinds his erection between your legs, the press of him against the thin cotton of your panties deliciously hard, and you moan instead.

Yoongi doesn’t seem to be waiting for an answer, thankfully. 

He makes quick work of your panties and his boxer briefs, halting with his cock poised hard and heavy at your centre.

You tilt your hips so that he presses against your clit. 

Yoongi sounds amused. ‘Stop, brat, I want to talk to you.’

‘Now?’ you burst out, so horny you can’t stop writhing against him.

‘Now,’ Yoongi says, firmly. His hand squeezes your hip. 

‘Where did you get that dress?’ 

‘Uh?’

Yoongi circles his hips, cock nudging against your cunt so tantalisingly you sob with frustration. 

‘Nara designed it, it’s her latest collection,’ you tell him.

‘Get ten more just like it,’ Yoongi says. 

He enters you in a smooth thrust, and you’re still moaning your pleasure when he pulls out completely, leaving you bereft.

‘You’re so fucking pretty in it I want to rip it off you the next time you wear it, ok?’

You’re still processing his sentence, hazy with pleasure, when he enters you again. 

‘Yoongi!’

‘Answer me,’ he says, sternly. ‘Or I’ll pull out.’

You stare at him, but have the presence of mind to say, ‘yes Yoongi, please.’

He laughs again, your fucking husband. ‘You have such good manners in bed, why are you such a brat outside of it?’

You don’t think you’ve been a brat tonight. 

Yoongi senses your change of mood. He kisses you again, gentler this time. 

‘My baby,’ he murmurs, lips by your ear. 

Yoongi starts to move, finally, and you cry out with pleasure as his hard length fills you, sliding into you the way he’s learnt you love. 

He lifts your legs to his shoulders, and you gasp as the change in angle lets you take him deeper.

You think he says something as he spills inside you, but you’re already floating on a high, anchored by the weight of him on top of you and the love you feel for him. 

Afterward, you’re half asleep, curled in Yoongi’s arms, pressed against his chest, when he says, very quietly, ‘be patient with me, jagiya.’

You look up at him. His gaze is steady.

‘I’m not used to being a jealous man,’ he tells you. 

His words send warmth through your chest. 

You do your best to keep your face straight as you reply haughtily, ‘better get used to it.’

He laughs and pulls you closer. 

‘Go to sleep.’

‘Good night Yoongi,’ you murmur, pressing a kiss into his chest.

‘Good night.’

©hamsterclaw 2023

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Reunited

Part 16

Illumi x Reader x ??????

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It was beginning to frustrate Kalluto, her innate ability.

He’d only just introduced her to Ten, and she was already mastering it. There was no way she didn’t have prior knowledge of nen, but he could tell she wasn’t lying.

“You’re doing well.”

(Name) glanced at the boy. “You seem upset, Kalluto. Is something wrong?”

Concern flickered in her eyes. He didn’t have it in his heart to tell the kind girl he was slightly jealous of her skill, instead shaking his head.

“Nothing is wrong. Just continue practicing Ten and we’ll move onto Zetsu after lunch.”

—————

Lunch was delivered to them by yet another butler, who served them ham sandwiches, with vegetables and fruit.

“Ooo, strawberries!”

(Name) happily stole a strawberry from Kalluto’s plate, popping it into her mouth. Kalluto frowned. “You have your own strawberries, (Name).”

She shrugged. “A friend of mine said stolen strawberries taste sweeter, though in my opinion…”

She took a strawberry from her plate and placed it on Kalluto’s. “I think they taste the best when they’re shared with a friend.”

Kalluto stared at the strawberry in confusion, his mind racing. Why was she saying these things? Sharing, friendship, that was something that wasn’t allowed in Kalluto’s world. He was meant to kill, and not ask questions. Kalluto wasn’t meant to want anymore than that.

But when she smiled at him, biting into her sandwich he couldn’t help but want to be her friend.

“Friend… I guess I wouldn’t mind being your friend.”

(Name) saw right through him. She’d had her fair share of friends that couldn’t quite understand their feelings. Kalluto reminded her a lot of her childhood friend.

“That’s good, I would’ve been pretty sad if you didn’t want to.”

He huffed, smoothing out the skirt of his kimono. “Women’s feelings are hurt over such strange things.”

(Name) laughs. “Why do you say that?”

“Well, earlier you looked sad when big brother said to not meddle in our family’s business. I don’t understand why that would upset you.”

She quieted suddenly, the air becoming tense. He wished he hadn’t said that.

“… it wasn’t necessarily his words that hurt, more his tone of voice. I haven’t know him long, but he’s never sounded so… harsh.”

She sighed, pulling her knees to her chest. Kalluto tilted his head. “I’ve never seen him act the way he does around you before. He’s almost always harsh.” He admitted.

(Name) raised an eyebrow. “That’s strange…”

“Yeah.”

The two ate in silence, Kalluto stealing glances at the girl every few minutes. Her expression had changed, before it had been cheerful and light, but now there was an emptiness to it, almost as if her energy had been drained.

It hadn’t though, he could see her aura was normal and controlled. Why did she look so… sad then?

“I hope Illumi is alright. Do his jobs usually go well?”

Her words were soft, almost inaudible. Kalluto didn’t know what is was about this woman that made him, someone that had never knew comfort, want to comfort her but he couldn’t help but have the urge to.

He remembered Illumi placing a hand on hers to reassure her, so he copied that action, leaning forward.

“He is always successful and is almost never injured during battle. You have nothing to worry about.”

This seemed to calm her down ever so slightly, the shake in her voice subsiding. “Ah… that’s good.”

(Name) squeezed the boys hand, noticing although it was neat and tidy, his palms were calloused, much more calloused than was normal for a ten year old boy. She didn’t mention it, holding his hand for a moment longer before letting go.

He reminded her of her own siblings, but she couldn’t imagine her siblings having such calloused hands. (Name) was determined to work as hard as she possible could so her family could live a trouble free life, in luxury.

“Now that we finished eating, how about you teach me about Hatsu?”

—————

(Name) trained until an hour before dinner before a butler took her away for another bath and some medical attention. They had a doctor on standby to check on her injuries and make sure she was healing correctly.

After a quick bath, she joined the family in the dining room, this time wearing a simple (fav color) sundress with black Mary-Janes and frilly white socks. Everyone was there but Illumi, her landline of comfort gone, leaving Kalluto in his stead.

Kalluto wasn’t as strong or confident as Illumi, not able to give her the same reassurance as his older brother did, but she appreciated his effort nonetheless.

“Kalluto told me you have already mastered Ten and are on your way to mastering Hatsu!” Kikyo exclaimed, clapping her hands together. (Name) nodded, giving her an uneasy smile.

“Yes, I’m happy my training is going by quickly. I hope to be out of your hair as soon as possible.”

This caused the mother of the Zoldyck children to frown deeply, her nails tapping away at the table again. “Oh, (Name) dear, you are no trouble at all I assure you. It isn’t often we have a guest with such…”

She licked her lips, leaning a hand against her cheek.

“Potential.”

The air was tense and almost electrifying.

Zeno cleared his throat. “(Name), if you don’t mind I’d like to observe your training before my job tomorrow.”

This caused the rest of the family to look to him in shock, Silva dropping his fork. Their eyes turned to (Name), all taking in her form with clearer, more observant eyes.

“Mister Zeno, it would be an honor.” She bowed her head slightly.

‘This girl even has grandfather’s attention. What an interesting turn of events.’ Kikyo thought, her visor never leaving (Name)’s form.

Once she had finished dinner, (Name) scurried away with a quick goodbye, saying she was turning in early so she’d have more energy to train in the morning. This was mostly the truth, she had already planned to retire before 10 pm, but she also wanted to escape all the eyes that followed her every move.

As (Name) walked down the hallway to her room, she ran her fingers along the wall, sighing. She stopped when the wall came to an end, spotting a butler talking over the phone.

“HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY KNOW THAT?! PUT KILLUA ON THE PHONE!”

(Name) jumped in surprise, quickly concealing herself behind a corner.

‘That was Gon’s voice!’

“I believe you said that you were Gon?” The butler asked. (Name)’s eyes widened. She was right!

She couldn’t hear Gon’s response this time, but assumed he said something along the lines of ‘yes’.

“Let us pretend that Master Killua happens to have a friend named Gon. There is no proof you are Gon.”

“If you put Killua on the phone, he’ll recognize me!”

(Name) could hear him that time, trying not to giggle at his simple way of thinking. Hearing his voice was making her miss her friends. It had been nearly 4 days since she’d seen them!

“By your voice? That isn’t a reliable test.”

The butler held up a device that played Gon’s words back to him.

“That’s was a simple recording. And there are many other ways to mimic a person’s voice.”

(Name) peeked behind the corner to see the butler flipping a coin in one hand, barely illuminated by the candlelight provided by the candleholder on the wall.

“Next you’ll claim that he’d recognize you by sight. There are only a few methods by which you could perfectly mimic someone’s appearance. But it still isn’t impossible.”

“Additionally, it’s possible that someone forced you to approach Master Killua for sinister purposes. As long as that threat exists, I cannot let you meet with Master Killua. The Zoldyck family practices the trade of assassination. Naturally, it has made them enemies. As butlers, our duty is to guard our masters from their enemies. I apologize, but please leave.”

The butler hung up, and (Name) could feel Gon’s frustration bubbling up inside her. She watched as the butler placed the coin on his pocket and disappeared.

‘Huh? Where did he-‘

“Hello, Miss (Name). Do you need someone to escort you to your room?”

(Name) froze in her spot. His voice was coming from behind her now, and she hesitantly turned her head ever so slightly to see his neutral face glaring down at her.

“The person you talked to on the phone… I know him.”

The butler raised an eyebrow. “It isn’t becoming of a lady to listen in on conversations. I’ll inform Mistress Kikyo that you need etiquette lessons.”

(Name) frowned and crossed her arms, now fully facing him. “I want to see my friends.”

He regarded her with a quizzical eye. “Miss (Name), I assume you heard my speech about their voice not being a reliable source of information.”

She rolled her eyes, glaring up at him defiantly. “I know my friends, and I could feel Gon’s aura through the phone. Tell me how someone can mimic that.”

The two had a stand off, (Name) giving him her meanest look(which most would think was cute). He sighed, walking away.

“I won’t take you to them, but if you can find them yourself, you may speak with them.”

——————

(Name) ran to her room, throwing off her clothes and pulling on a tshirt and shorts. She stepped into a pair of running shoes then bolted down the stairs. The girl took two at a time, not caring that several butlers followed her with their eyes as she went.

The night sky was dark, with the stars out and shining down onto the estate. (Name) didn’t stop to take in the beauty of the countryside, instead sprinting towards the path down the mountain.

Waiting for her in the middle of the path was a girl around Gon and Killua’s age, her skin dark and wearing the butler uniform. (Name) stopped, giving herself a moment to catch her breath before calling out to the girl.

“Why are you blocking the path?”

The girl didn’t move, just stared at her. “Hello Miss (Name), my name is Canary. I am here to make sure you don’t injure yourself while walking down the path.”

(Name) tilted her head, standing up fully. “Were you ordered to do this?”

Canary shook her head. “I wasn’t ordered to do this exactly, but Master Illumi asked me to personally watch over you. I can take you down to the guard’s quarters and wait for you in the dark, but you are not allowed to leave Kukuroo Mountain.”

(Name) regarded her with a suspicious look, but followed her down the path anyways.

——————

Canary led her through the forested path, occasionally taking (Name)’s hand when it became too dark for her to see. Canary seemed to know the path like the back of her hand, expertly dodging roots and potholes as they walked.

“The servants quarters are just a minute’s walk that way. The rest of the path is clear, so you’ll be okay alone.”

Canary pointed to the right. “Meet me back here once you’ve finished speaking with your friends. I’ll be waiting.”

“By yourself? Will you be alright?”

Canary’s eyes widened before she collected herself. “Miss (Name) do not worry, I am perfectly fine with being alone in the dark.”

Canary watched (Name) wander off, smiling to herself.

—————

(Name) approached the servant’s quarters, the door sliding open once she got close enough. An old man looked around before spotting her and waving her inside.

“Miss (Name), what a pleasant surprise! When Canary informed me of your visit I made sure to wait for your arrival. My name is Zebro.”

(Name) took her shoes off at the door, smiling up at him. “Are my friends here?”

He nodded, leading her into the living room.

The three boys sat on a couch, Gon’s foot excitedly thumping against the ground.

“Guys!”

(Name) jumped over the couch, pulling them all into a tight hug.

“(Name), you’re alright!” Kurapika exclaimed, a smile stretching out across his face. Leorio patted her head as Gon hugged her right, laughing.

“We’ve been worried about you. How have things been?”

(Name) informed them about her last few days, leaving out the part about nen training. Illumi had warned her not to tell anyone about nen, as it is better for people to be informed by a teacher.

Kurapika frowned when she mentioned Illumi’s tendancy to be… clingy.

“That man has a strange fascination with you. I’m afraid for your safety.” The blond remarked with a frown. Leorio nodded in agreement.

“He’s a creep, I don’t think you should let your guard down around him.”

(Name) sighed. “I mean you aren’t wrong, but he hasn’t hurt me or treated me too unkindly, so until he gives me a reason to run, I’ll stay to return the favor I owe.”

Gon laid his head on her lap, looking up to catch her eye.

“(Name), have you seen Killua?”

She thought back to Illumi’s words that morning.

‘He is on punishment.’

“… illumi said he’s being punished right now. He wouldn’t tell me what kind of punishment it was, but I’m not allowed to see him.”

She glanced at her friends, and nearly flinched from the anger apparent on their faces. Kurapika gripped his weapon as Leorio scowled.

“Can you do me a favor, (Name)?”

She looked down at Gon, who’s expression was unreadable. “Of course, Gon. What do you need?”

“Please find Killua. Tell him I’m here, and that we’re coming to get him.”

(Name) sighed, absentmindedly petting the boys head. “I’ll try my best.”

(Name) left after chatting for a bit and was escorted back to her room by Canary, where she collapsed into bed immediately.

————

The light of the sun poking through her curtains woke (Name) up. It was just after sunrise, so around 7 am. She threw on some more sweatpants and another tshirt before strolling downstairs.

She met Kalluto halfway down, who was heading to her room to wake her up. The boy seemed surprised to see (Name) up so early.

“Illumi told me to come and accompany you to breakfast in the mornings. Although today, we’ll be eating breakfast with grandfather.”

(Name) nodded. ‘Illumi thought of everything to make my stay here more comfortable… I’ll have to thank him later.’

The two walked into the dining hall, Zeno already sat at the table eating his breakfast. The old man looked up and grunted out a greeting before continuing his meal.

“Good morning!” (Name) called, taking the seat opposite of Zeno. She ate her food quickly, standing once she was done.

“My, I haven’t seen someone finish their food that quickly since the last time I witnessed Mike deal with trespassers.”

Zeno watched her with a wry smile on his lips. She blushed lightly.

“Sorry, I’m just excited to get back in the training hall.”

He waved his hand. “Yes, yes. Go ahead and get warmed up, I’ll be there to watch after I finish some business.”

—————

(Name) regretted eating her meal so hastily after running a mile, her stomach heaving when Kalluto instructed her to start her push-ups.

“Next time, eat slower. There’s no rush, the training hall won’t just disappear you know.”

(Name) wanted to whine and complain about her tummy hurting and how cold Kalluto was being, but this was her own fault. She’d rushed to be there, she had to deal with the consequences.

It took her longer than usual to finish her warm up, sweat beading at her forehead. She’d managed not to lose her breakfast, and that was enough for her.

“Alright, back to practicing Zetsu.”

It didn’t take long for (Name) to get that down, Kalluto quickly moving on to Ren.

“Ren focuses on outputting a larger amount of aura then Ten, projecting it outwards explosively. If Ten is defensive, Ren is offensive.” Kalluto explained, waving his hand. (Name) nodded, ushering him to continue.

“It amplifies a nen user’s physical strength and durability and provides a large pool of aura for any advanced techniques or individual you decide to use, albeit at the expense of expending said aura.”

“Advanced techniques?” (Name) questioned, a little excited. Kalluto smacked her on the back of her head with his fan. “Ow!”

“Don’t even think about trying anything advanced yet. Your only task for today is to practice Ren. People say it takes at least a month to be able to prolong one’s Ren outside of battle for 10 minutes. That is your task.”

(Name) rubbed the back of her head, huffing. “Do I just need to try outputting a bunch of my aura?”

He nodded. “Go ahead, try it.”

(Name) did as he asked, letting her aura pool around her. She was only able to do this successfully for 15 seconds before she slid down to her knees in exhaustion.

“Oh god, that feels awful!” She cried. Kalluto helped her back up, the girl nearly falling back over immediately.

“Keep trying. Once you’re able to hold Ren for 30 seconds we’ll break for lunch.”

——————

Kalluto sipped on his soup slowly, watching as (Name)’s forehead beaded with sweat from the effort of maintaining Ren. It had been 3 hours, and she could only successfully hold Ren for 26 seconds before collapsing.

He’d allowed her to take 5 minute breaks between tries, being much easier on her than his older brother had been on him.

“Come on, (Name). You’ve almost got it, try again.”

Kalluto was slowly beginning to realize that (Name) wasn’t like his family. Although she had some innate talent, her body was weak. She would never have the same strength him or his brothers had, but the strength of her will was something he admired.

Each time she fell down, tears threatening to leak from her (e/c) eyes, she pushed herself back up and tried again. The strength it took for a normal person to be able to take so much punishment and come back for more wasn’t something to sneeze at.

“26, 27, 28, 29, 30. Okay (name), you can stop now.”

She didn’t, however, and kept holding Ren. 30 seconds turned into a minute before Kalluto decided to speak up.

“(Name), if you push too hard it will only hurt your progress.”

(Name) wasn’t listening, however, and her Ren was still being maintained. He begun to step forward to shake her out of her concentration, but a hand on his shoulder made him pause.

“Leave her be, Kalluto. If you try and stop her now, you’ll only get yourself hurt.”

Kalluto hadn’t noticed that his grandfather had been watching them until he reached out.

After a total of one minute and thirty seconds, her Ren was finally broken, and she fell onto the floor. Her breath was ragged, sweat dropping onto the cool floor.

“I feel… like someone just threw me in a washing machine and set it to heavy wash.”

“That’s an… interesting way to describe the affects of Ren.” Zeno replied, Kalluto barely holding back a snicker.

(Name) lied on the floor for a good 5 minutes before she was able to talk again.

“So, what’s for lunch?”

———————

The rest of the day was spent slowly progressing her Ren, (Name) able to hold it for 2 minutes before she passed out. Kalluto had to remind her not to go overboard several times before he got it through to her.

“For the next few days you are not to go over 2 minutes practicing Ren at a time, do you understand? I get you want to get your training done, but rushing will do you no good.”

That was the last thing he said to her before she was dismissed.

After another bath, (Name) ate dinner with Kalluto and Zeno. The rest of the family was too busy to join them that night, much to (Name)‘a relief.

“I’m headed to bed, see you tomorrow Kalluto!”

He couldn’t process her pulling him into a hug, giving him a light squeeze before strolling upstairs. The young boy could only watch her go, trying to understand why she gave him affection so freely.

(Name) closed the door to her room, quickly changing into pajamas and falling onto her bed. She reached for her phone, seeing new messages.

Pretty Boy🫶: How was training today? We’ve been working hard to be able to open the testing gate. Make sure you get your rest and eat enough!

Silly<3 sent a picture

Leorio had sent her a picture of him, Kurapika, and Gon sitting in the servants quarters, wearing black vests. They were playing a card game and laughing, Gon looking devastated to have the losing suit.

Strawberries: Training was okay, but please go easy on Gon!! His arm is still broken :(

She saved the picture, giggling to herself. The girl scrolled through her other messages, seeing illumi had texted her as well.

Illumi: I will be home tomorrow morning. Call me when you’ve finished dinner.

Illumi had set his own contact name in her phone, not allowing her to give him his own silly name. She scrolled down to see her another message.

Grumpy Pants: Just finished job. Send you picture of scenery tomorrow.

Her grumpy friend rarely sent pictures of himself, opting to send her pictures of all the places he went to instead. As a person who never traveled because of her empty wallet, she appreciated it greatly.

She sent him a selfie of herself, giving a peace sign.

Strawberries: Headed to bed, be safe!!<3

He answered back quickly.

Grumpy Pants: It’s cold, don’t wear tank top to bed.

She rolled her eyes, but changed anyways. He was usually right about these things, but his worry always felt like him ordering her around.

“Now to call Illumi.”

————

Illumi relaxed against the back of the car seat, tapping his nails against the armrest. He knew his family’s schedule by heart, dinner had been over for at least an hour and she still hadn’t called him.

There was no real reason he asked her to, he just wanted to hear her voice. He’d been away from her for years without batting an eye, but now that he had her back, going without her for more than a day was agony.

The ringing of his cellphone shook him from his thoughts. He opened his phone to see (Name)’s contact, who’d set as “Darling” flashing on the screen. He quickly answered the call, an excited buzz in the air.

“Hello, (Name).”

The line was quiet for a moment, Illumi waiting for her reply patiently. He heard her sigh on the other end, holding his breath. Even her sigh made his heart race, doing backflips in his chest.

“Did your job go well? You aren’t hurt, are you?”

Illumi bit his lip. Her voice was dripping with worry. He could almost imagine her gripping the fabric of her shirt, looking down at her lap as she clutched her phone to her ear.

“Yes, it went well. I am in perfect health. How has your training been going?”

“Mm, okay I guess. Your mom scares me a bit, though.”

He held back a chuckle, instead clicking his tongue. “Don’t say that. Shes just excited to see a… woman in my life.”

(Name)’s silence hung in the air, Illumi regretting his wording immediately.

“What does that mean? She doesn’t think we’re… together… does she?”

He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know how parents are. Haven’t you ever had a male friend come around and your parents assume you’re dating?”

“No, I didn’t really have many friends growing up. Well, besides the boy in the photo.”

He pictured her smiling, remembering their time together. Illumi only wished that she could connect the dots and realize that she WAS her childhood friend, but something inside him wouldn’t allow him to just tell her.

Did he want her to chase him? To figure it out and jump into his arms? He didn’t know. It just didn’t feel right to tell her now.

“Well, that’s how it is. Just parents being parents.”

He didn’t believe his own words. Dense as he was, he knew that part of him wanted his parents to push for their marriage. Illumi wouldn’t mind, if it was her. Why didn’t he mind? His confusion on the subject irritated him to no end.

“Ah, alright. You’ll be home in time for breakfast, right?”

“Yes. Why do you ask?”

She didn’t answer immediately, but he could hear her huff on the other side of the line.

“I… I like being around you. It makes me feel more at ease. This house is strange, but having you here makes thing less scary.”

Illumi didn’t think his heart could beat any faster, but now it felt like it was about to beat out of his chest. Did she realize what she was saying? Was her intent to give him a heart attack?

“I see. I thought you hated me, (Name). You even said so just a few days ago.”

Illumi hated this part of himself, the side of him that wanted to lash out at her because he couldn’t handle his own feelings. He wanted to tease and taunt her into either submitting or running away, but also wanted her to stay and see through his little lies and petty words.

“I’m still mad at you for what you said to killua, but I don’t hate you.”

He frowned. “I said nothing but the truth.”

“You said he was nothing but a killer, Illumi. That’s awful. Are you just an emotionless monster that only finds satisfaction in ending another person’s life?”

“And what if I am?”

The silence that took over was cold, almost causing Illumi to shiver. Once again he pictured her eyebrows furrowing, a scowl taking over her pretty face.

“Then I won’t ever consider you a friend of mine.”

“Who said I wanted to be your friend, (Name)?”

Illumi could tell he had said the wrong thing. He heard her breath hitch in her throat, a shake entering her voice.

“Goodnight Illumi.”

Click.

He stared at his phone for 5 minutes, a million thoughts running through his mind. Illumi ran a hand through his hair, looking out the window into the night sky.

If younger Illumi could see him now, he’d be furious. He never wanted to be the reason for her tears, but his twisted mind wouldn’t allow him to fully surrender his heart to her. He couldn’t even agree to be friends, how would he win her love?

——————

(Name) scrolled through her contacts, clicking on one of her friends names then pressing the call button.

The line rang for 30 seconds before he answered.

“(Name), why you call? It’s nearly midnight for you.”

The man on the other end threw one of his dirtied yellow gloves into the trash along with the bloody pliers he had been using. He waited for her response before talking again.

“What happened?”

He could hear her sniffle on the other end, his eyes widening. “You cry? Why?”

“I just… I just wanna talk to you for a bit. Don’t wanna talk about what happened.”

He leaned against the kitchen counter, sighing. “Alright. But if someone make you cry, I’ll kill them.”

The two chatted for a bit, the man mostly listening to (Name) blubber about her day and how tired she was. She tried her best to hold back her tears, but he could tell just by her voice that she had been crying before she’d called him.

“I always will come get you. Don’t care where, or when.”

He was usually cold and calloused, even to her, but when it came to her safety or emotional well-being he was a lot kinder. (Name) wiped away a stray tear.

“No, it’s fine, thanks for talking with me. I should probably get to sleep. Illumi comes home in the morning, so I’m gonna get up early to avoid him.”

“Avoid him? Why?”

It’s not like he wanted her to be around him, but for her to want to avoid him meant the man had done something to earn her scorn.

“… no reason. Goodnight, sleep tight!”

“… goodnight.”

They hung up at the same time, the man setting his phone down on the counter before breathing in and out to calm himself.

“One more thing happen, I go to get her. Don’t care what she says.”

He looked over to the kitchen table where his latest victim was strapped onto it. The man struggled against his bonds, tears streaking down his bearded face.

“Now, tell me the password to the safe before I have to actually hurt you.”

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๑ keep safe : that god guy thing (25)

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“nami can take care of herself just fine, there’s no need to be that worried, conis, papaya,” [name] said through his mouthful of food, making robin sprout a hand from the table and wipe his mouth to make him not so disgusting to look at.

he grinned at her in thanks before refocusing on the angel and her father.

“even then, there is a place that we are never allowed to step foot in — sacred ground. we call that place, upper yard, the land where god lives,” conis said, a grave expression on her face.

“there’s a god?! in a place where we’re never supposed to set food in?!”

“god…like that god?!”

”yes, since skypiea is god’s land, the almighty god enel rules over it. god enel knows everything in this world. he’s also watching us all the time.”

“even now?!”

”of course,”

[name] had to stifle his laughter behind his hand, not wanting to blatantly offend the worried girl — especially with how passionate she was about god enel. but there was no way! no way, he was buying into this crap. he was never religious to begin with and their setting and enviornment wasn't going to change that fact.

sure their journey to the sky island was a miracle in of itself, as is the scenary that is surrounding them, but there was just no way [name] would ever believe in any god. if god was truly real, then all the world’s issues wouldn’t exist.

if god was real, [name] would never had to experience everything he had to go through.

“hmph, god, huh?” zoro mused, taking a sip of his drink.

[name] felt thankful that his sentiments were shared with one other person.

“you don’t believe in god, zoro?” chopper asked with a concerned look on his face.

”i don’t know. whether or not god exists doesn’t matter to me. i couldn’t care less from the beginning. but i don’t intend to deny those who want to believe,” zoro said, speaking only to chopper, who was looking at him with wide eyes and an agape mouth.

“so, have you seen that god who lives in upper yard, conis-chan?” sanji calmly asked.

“no! god forbid! we cannot step in upper yard. never…the sacred ground, upper yard, is forbidden,”

just as she said that, it was almost as if a ringing in all of their heads went off. slowly, they turned to their captain — who like they expected — was grinning ear to ear. sparkles and stars were practically dancing around his seemingly innocent expression.

“i see. a place that we’re not allowed to go to no matter what, huh?” he said with a light, cheery tone.

even when usopp began shaking his captain back and forth, to knock some sense into him, there was no way his words were actually getting through to luffy. not with that dazed, “lovestruck” look on luffy’s face, anyway.

“ah, conis, you should’ve not said anything to begin with about that place,” [name] sighed, leaning into the comfortable cushion and rubbing his stomach, “well, whatever, it was bound to happen either way. luffy has a knack for exploring new islands and getting himself into all sorts of trouble,”

“trouble? oh, but you absolutely cannot this time around!” conis said, turning to luffy with her eyebrows furrowed in worry, “this is the almighty god enel, much different than any past adventures you’ve been on, i’m sure!”

“it won’t make a difference to him,” [name] said under his breath.

“so, what happens if someone goes into that forbidden upper yard?”

“the person cannot come back alive. everyone believes so,”

“but, what if they’re just looking for an adventure?” [name] hummed, rubbing his chin in thought. “i mean, going to upper yard probably means you have to face judgement, doesn’t it? if it’s the sacred god’s fobidden land, what if you just want to adventure?”

usopp’s jaw dropped at [name]’s thoughts, walking over and hitting him over the head multiple times, “what on earth do you think it matters to god if you’re just there to adventure?! forbidden means forbidden! obviously, no matter if you’re there for adventure or punishment, god is going to kill you!!”

“why would god kill you…? isn’t god supposed to be nice, or something,” [name] said in annoyance, pestered at the idea that there was a seemingly “real” god lurking on the sky island. it was even more annoying knowing that he was apparently listening in on their conversation right now.

“i’m worried about nami-san, i hope she isn’t near upper yard,”

now that made [name] still. his e/c eyes turned angry immediately, glaring at the old man — even though he wasn’t really at fault — and saying in a lowly tone, “if something happens to nami, then i’m gonna humble this god really quick,”

“no! [name]-san! you mustn’t say such things!” conis said, pressing her hand against [name]’s mouth to silence him before he says anything else blasphemous.

[name] would have gone shouting out about how god wasn’t real anyway, but usopp and chopper also added their hands on top of conis’, seemingly reading his mind.

“nami-san!!!” sanji’s worried voice echoed over the white land, making [name]’s face cringe in distaste.

usopp got distracted in trying to level luffy’s need to go to the forbidden land while chopper was shushing [name] in a hurry, not wanting his anti-religious words to reach the ears of the god.

”please! please, [name]! you can’t get us in trouble with someone like god!”

“god isn’t-”

“no!!” the hooves were pressed onto [name]’s mouth in an instant and [name] and chopper kept wrestling until they were both too tired out of their minds to continue on.

“god enel sure seems scary,” chopper panted, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he tried to steady his breathing from his fight with [name].

“god enel sound like an ass-”

“noo!!!” usopp and chopper cried in unison, jumping on top of his frame and stuffing his mouth with food to distract him, “hm!! see, yummy, yummy seafood, [name]!!”

immediately, his expression brightened and he obediently ate the food that was shoved in his mouth, “you’re right, it’s super yummy! thanks, usopp!”

‘thank god, he’s an idiot.’ usopp sweat dropped, relaxing his hold on [name] and falling onto his broad chest in fatigue, ‘keeping up with both luffy and [name] is exhausting,’

“ah, usopp, if you were tired, you should’ve just said so,” [name] said, bringing more food into his mouth whilst he held the sniper close to his chest, “go on, take a nap, i’ve heard from luffy i’m a real comfy bed!”

“humans aren’t beds,” usopp weakly protested, but with the way [name]’s muscular arm was caging him in, he had no choice but to lay limp on his torso. and he really almost did feel his tiredness from their journey, and his near death experiences, get to him. soon, his eyes were feeling as if they were becoming heavier and heavier and heavier…till they shot open in surprise as their bodies were throttled upwards.

“how can you two just enjoy nap time when nami could be out there right now in tremendous danger?!”

[name] and usopp both looked frazzled at their sudden awakening, then shivered in fear at the glare sanji was shooting their way. it definitely wasn’t a welcoming sight, especially when it was the first thing they saw when they woke up.

the crew decided that they would go searching for nami to make sure that she didn’t get hurt on her journey with her waver. so they all climbed back on board merry. but with pagaya telling them they’d have to wait for a wind to take get their ship moving, they were essentially stuck in place.

[name] groaned in annoyance, looking out at the vast white sea, “my eyes hurt looking at this shit,” he said under his breath, his words apparently amusing robin since she chuckled at his statement. “you agree, right, robin?”

“well, i think maybe your eyes are just exceptionally sensitive to bright light?” she mused, entertaining him.

“i think maybe you're right,” [name] said, rubbing his eyes and collapsing onto the deck on his back as he gave himself a break.

”first you get seasick because of a whirlpool and now this? you certainly don’t seem as terrifying as the bounty on your head makes you seem,”

“the newspaper and marines lie anyway,” [name] said, cringing as he remembered the way his stomach ached earlier, “also that’s just my reaction to when we get really close to stuff like cyclones or whirlpools…usually, i never get that close so i didn't have to experience that for a long time,”

“really?” robin said, genuine interest laced in her voice.

“yeah, it hurts a whole lot,” [name] sighed, thinking back to his memories when he’d suffer stomach aches or bouts of sickness whenever he passed storms on the sea. “bleh, i don’t want to think about it!”

“has the ship never encountered anything of that sort before then?”

“with nami being such a good navigator, i haven’t had to worry about it so much. hmm, also i can feel it usually before it gets bad. so i would just sail away from wherever the whirplool or cyclone would be,” [name] mulled over his thoughts aloud, making robin engaged in the new information.

as the two were conversing very calmly, the others on deck were all shouting at their idiot captain for trying to fetch nami himself. he brought out the old waver they salvaged from the ship on the grand line, which obviously didn’t work and instead sent him sinking into the white sea.

after retrieving the idiot captain, everyone settled back on just waiting on the shore. but [name] stayed on deck to catch up on his napping, resting his eyes underneath his forearm to cover his sight from the sun above head.

robin and zoro kept him company on deck, acting as silent companions.

but, of course! his second moment of silence had to be interuppted yet again. because just as he was getting comfortable, an odd group of individuals crawling towards the rest of their crew.

the three of them jumped off of the deck and walked up to the others. [name] groggily placing his chin on luffy’s shoulders as he tried to nap. the uncomfortable position was worth ignoring if it meant he could get a couple more seconds in.

“huh? who are you guys?” luffy asked, tilting his head to the side.

“so you’re the seven illegal entrants who came from the blue sea?! i’ll humbly bring upon heaven’s judgement onto you!”

conis and pagaya made sounds of surprise, as did some of the straw hats, but for different reasons. the father-daughter duo had just been told they had been hospitably treating supposed criminals and the straw hats just learned that they were the said supposed criminals.

“hey, that’s not what the old hag at the gate said,” [name] said, eyes still shut as he felt no immediate threat coming from them.

“however! there’s no need to get panicked yet! illegal entry is only an 11th degree crime according to heaven’s judgement! once you accept your punishment, you can become legal tourists on the spot.”

“i still don’t see how we’re illegal entrants anyway-”

“shut up!” usopp said, hastily slapping a hand on [name]’s mouth.

“oh, you should’ve said so sooner,” sanji said, not paying mind to how usopp was practically suffocating [name] behind him. “i still don’t like it, but just what is this punishment?”

“it’s simple. please pay ten times the entrance fee. if you pay right now, we’ll humbly write off your crime,” [name] rubbed his forehead in exasperation, remembering that they didn’t even get an equivalent of what extols were in beri. “10 billion beri extol per person, in other words, 70 billion extol for all seven of you!”

“ten thousand extol is one beri,” [name] sighed as he couldn’t find the will in himself to do math to calculate that.

“that means 7 million beris.” robin answered in an instant.

“that’s expensive!!” sanji and [name] cried out in unison.

“do you realize how much rice we could buy with that?! after risking our lives just to come up to the sky, why do we have to pay that much to enter!”

“yeah, we need that money for our food!”

“what are you saying? if that was the case, all you had to do was pay 700,000 beris when you entered!”

“we’re saying — we didn’t know how much an extol was in beri and!!! no one even told us!”

“perhaps you didn’t pursue an answer hard enough,” the leader bit back with a sneer, making [name] clench his fist and wave it in front of him menacingly.

“oh, i’ll show you how hard i can-”

”[name]! quit it, you’re going to make it worse!” usopp shouted, once more taking on the task of wrangling the aggravated man into his arms to calm him down.

“consider this a forewarning! but we, the white berets, are the unit directly under god’s priests! please be careful, as arguing raises the degree of your crime!”

“oh, whatever. let’s just forget this guy.” sanji said, not paying attention to what the man of authority was saying. neither was anyone else in the crew, honestly. “more importantly, we’d better find nami-san! i’m worried! she may be crying right now!!”

“what if she got to meet god without us?” [name] pouted, “if that guy’s even real!”

all of the white berets flinched at his wording and watched with wide eyes as he easily laughed off the blasphemous claim. they were too shocked to even hear what the crew was talking about.

[name] glared at them for a split second when he noticed they were still all death glaring at the crew. he stepped forward, his hands on his hips, “why are you staring so hard? we’re not doing anything wrong right now, are we?”

“you refuse to pay the entrance fee, refuse to pay for your crimes, we are watching you in suspicion of volatile actions!”

“well! actually, we are waiting for one of our other crew members to arrive, she is sure enough to have this type of money laying around,” usopp chided in, deciding to step in front of [name]’s intimidating figure to ease the tension.

“usopp, out of the way — these guys obviously don’t care about the consequences of their actions,”

“it is you who doesn’t care for the consequences of their actions!” the leader corrected in a dignified voice. “here you are! making trouble for you and your friends with your attitude, it’s despicable!”

[name] dryly laughed, going to step forward, but was quickly held back by usopp. the sniper looked up at [name] pleadingly, “you gotta wait till nami gets back before doing something irrational!! she’s gotta have some spare beri to hand over to these guys! just don’t let this situation get any more worse!”

“he’s the one that needs to hold his tongue, or i’ll cut it out of his mouth,” [name] whispered back to usopp, lowering his voice due to how the white berets would probably take it as a threat (to [name], he didn’t think he was threatening them — he was just stating a prediction). but usopp shivered where he stood as it so easily came off as a threat.

“no! no more of that attitude, just go sit by the shore and sulk there! don’t ruin this for all of us,” usopp said, shoving [name] to the cloudy ground a couple of feet away and continuing his bartering with the man. and since usopp was visibly desperate for him to listen, he gave in.

[name] clicked his tongue in annoyance, finding the entire situation annoying. still, he did as told, taking a nap on the shore and not paying any mind to their surroundings. he shut his eyes, hoping for some quiet.

ironically enough, the first thing he heard when he woke up was the man screaming at the top of his lungs. he groggily lifted his head and took in the scene in front of him.

nami was back, still riding the waver. and the man that was pestering them earlier was laying on the floor with his teeth knocked out.

“what happened?”

“oh, we just sealed our fate in being hated criminals all over this island,” usopp simply said, “and we might get the death penalty!”

“free ticket to meeting god, then,” [name] shrugged, getting up and brushing his hands over his clothes to rid it of any dust. “unbelievable to think these people are right under that god guy thing,”

“you guys are taking this too casually!! the death penalty is real and you may get caught in some really bad and serious business,” conis exclaimed, worriedly looking at all of them. “so please, use this chance to get away from here!”

[name] blinked in disinterest, more-so focusing on the way the white berets were crawling away with a stretcher of their leader on top of them. it seemed pagaya offered to treat the man, so they were going back to their house. those were conis’ last words she exchanged with the crew before taking off and running after her father.

“if anything, she has a point,” nami said after they watched her run off, “i saw it with my own eyes. an island with these scary guys on it!”

at nami’s confession, usopp and chopper stiffened while luffy and [name] grinned in pleasure.

“the place you’re forbidden to go to?!”

“god, huh?”

usopp and chopper immediately tried to stop them from getting any ideas of venturing there, but it was too late — the two were sold on going.

“god — guerilla — if anything, that place is no good! we’re leaving now! we’re leaving!” nami reiterated, giving the both of them a stern glare.

“but-”

“no buts!” nami said, stomping over and kicking [name] hard enough that he went flying onto the deck of merry, “and you stay there! don’t even think of moving or else!!”

“since when did you even have the ability to kick that hard?!” [name] said, rubbing his butt since he landed right on his ass.

the rest of them soon joined him on deck, sanji swooning over the fact nami kicked him with so much power. he wasn’t listening on what he was saying, really, but he heard something along the lines of soulmates and the power of kicking being a shared trait amongst lovers. [name], like the others that heard his rambling, cringed at his distasteful words.

[name] scooted over to the railing, his face being pressed in between the wooden pegs so he could stare at nami and luffy on shore. they were standing there for quite a long time and usopp was getting angsty.

and then, the white berets reappeared with their leader looking mad as ever. they talked, or argued, for a couple of seconds before they sprung an attack on luffy and nami.

[name] grit his teeth in annoyance, watching as the arrows that were shot out created lanes of clouds. the white berets had special shoes on that allowed them to glide on the surface, making [name] at least be interested in the fight. he cheered and clapped when he saw luffy easily level all of them out.

seeing as there was no more threat on the beach (the white berets crawled away after their defeat), the rest of the crew were now standing alone on the shore. [name] yawned, feeling tired of all the conflict that was going on around them.

nami and luffy began arguing and [name] laughed when chopper jumped into his lap to shield himself from the fight. he was sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, so he easily took chopper into his arms for a light embrace.

unfortunately for nami, no matter how many scoldings she tried putting into luffy’s head, he wasn’t getting the idea. he wanted to go on an adventure, and he made a good point in saying that they couldn’t have come all this way to pass up on the oppurtunity.

nami sighed before simply commanding everyone to follow on board so they could stop troubling conis and pagaya already.

“oh wait! food! old guy, can we get some food for our adventure?!” luffy shouted before they could board. “sanji, c’mon, this old guy will definitely let us!!”

“don’t just make decisions for other people!” sanji scolded, kicking down on luffy’s head. then he switched facial expressions to politely ask pagaya, “is it alright if we use your kitchen one last time?”

“oh, no, no trouble at all,”

“wait, thinking back on it, you said you were an engineer right?” usopp said, grinning ear to ear, “could you lend me some fixtures for the ship’s repair?”

“most certainly!”

“wait! where are you three going?!”

“no use worrying about them, sanji is there to keep the both of them in check,” [name] spoke from behind her, making her turn and look up at him from over her shoulder.

“tch, whatever! you! make sure you stay on the merry! i know you’ve got some rotten ideas in your head too! don’t think i don’t know!!”

“i wasn’t thinking about anything!”

nami didn’t listen to his defenses, merely dragging him towards merry. he wordlessly took ahold of her in his arms and easily jumped on board, collapsing himself onto the deck to maybe catch some sleep.

“after eating such a big meal and learning a bunch of new stuff,” he breathed out, getting comfortable, “the only appropiate answer is to sleep!”

“you can say that again,” zoro gruffly agreed, leaning against the railing as his napping spot.

“shouldn’t you two be more alert?! what if those priests guys decide to take care of us right now? we’d be defenseless,” nami scolded, looking troubled by how casually relaxed they both were.

her words proved to be true, though, because while zoro and [name] were taking cat naps — conis came on board and discussed something important with them.

the first thing [name] experienced as his alarm clock was the sudden shaking of their ship.

“can’t a man just get some uninterrupted sleep?!”

“[name]!! stop us from moving already!! we’re getting farther and farther from the shore!” nami shouted in a hurry and [name] rushed over to the railing to assess the situation.

easily he shrugged and said, “there’s nothing we can do, but wait until he stops! zoro, don’t bother trying to cut it!”

“hah?! i don’t take orders from you, bastard!”

“i’m saying even if we eliminate this guy. there’s nothing that can be done if we are let loose,” [name] informed him, looking out into the white sea and squinting, “we are gonna get either eaten or be transported by this creature — let’s take the latter instead of risking our lives,”

“[name]’s right, we just have to deal with this,” robin agreed, “we can’t risk getting loose and then fighting all of those fish there,”

“plus, it gives the others at least of an idea of where we’re going,” [name] shrugged, “there’s no other place for us to go besides that forbidden holy land, right?”

the smirk on his face didn’t do anything to settle the anxiety both chopper and nami were feeling. it actually only made their worries worse.

“don’t look so down, we’re finally going on a proper adventure!” he clenched his fists, looking up at the sky, “and if this god guy is real, i’ll exchange some words with him,”

“oh? the vengeful type, are you?”

“yeah, i’ve got a lot of questions for that fucker,”

robin laughed behind her hand, zoro looked unimpressed, and chopper and nami were both desperately beating into his chest.

“don’t say such scary things!! what if we get caught in his crossfire with you?! then it’s your fault if we die!! god is real, [name]!”

“well, we’ll find that out, won’t we?”

“quit it already, you’re gonna give us a death sentence!”

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[ .ᐟ ] also out of curiosity who is ur favorite pairing with [name] :3333 we haven't really done anything romantical with anyone yet, but i like to imagine the pairings and their potential a lot :33333

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[comfyhome]

As gently as someone so big could be, your companion wipes a tear from your cheek with their thumb.

“Shh, shhhh… it’s going to be okay. I’ve got you.” They slowly take your hands in their own — yours being much smaller in comparison — and squeeze them ever so softly.

“Now, what happened?” They coo at you, brows knitting together in concern. You shrug half-heartedly with your eyes glued to the one place you’re interested in at the moment. A beat, and then their lips form an “O” as they catch up to where your eyes are leading.

“I see. You want in?”

You immediately perk up, nodding frantically.

“Well, of course!” They move to hold your sides, securing you under your arms. “Why didn’t you just say so?” Massive hands comfortably handle you as you’re carefully lifted off the ground and closer to your companion’s mouth. Hot air hits your face as they breathe, and by the way they’re studying your expression right now, they can clearly tell you’re enjoying it.

“Ready?” They give you a welcoming smile, flashing their teeth that they know you adore oh-so much. You nod again, and they waste no time in giving you a full view of their open maw, coated in saliva and wordlessly beckoning you forward.

You’re happily invited into their gaping mouth, velvety walls enveloping your head as you swim in the overwhelming warmth. Their spit coats your hair, but in all honesty, you don’t really mind. They maneuver you past their teeth with care to not let you get scraped on any, tongue lapping at your delicate form.

Once they’ve fit as much of you into their mouth as they can muster, they begin to gently taste you, tongue pressing up against your chest. “Ready again?” Their voice is quiet and muffled by the space you take up in their maw. Your hands tippity-tap on their tongue excitedly, and you can almost feel them smiling around you.

Slowly, your companion tilts their head backwards and pushes you to the back of their throat. The swallows come in waves, and soon enough your head is being engulfed in their throat, and then your torso, and then your hips and legs.

You travel down their gullet with your arms pressed to your sides to make yourself easy prey. As you descend, you hear their heart beating through the walls. They must be just as excited as you are.

Eventually, you reach the stomach, squeezing past the entrance and landing home. You take a minute to recover from the trip before snuggling into the wall nearest to you, cheek pressed against your pred’s cozy interior. Their belly grumbles in return, making you grin and go to massage the walls.

“Ah… You alright in there?” Their voice envelops you, and you can feel their hand idly rubbing their gut. You tap frantically again, excited, and they let out a laugh that shakes the walls.

“I’m glad. Make yourself comfortable, okay? You can stay for as long as you’d like.”

You giggle. They had already made themselves very comfortable for you.

#soft vore #v.ore #safe vore #sfw vore #extreme cuddling #vore talk #v0re #endosoma #confetti writes

[lume-nosity]

shattered

even after the times you’ve spent with them, they can’t call you theirs. why?

ft: kazuha, albedo, lumine

style: angst

song inspo: ceilings by lizzy mcalphine

notes: gn!reader, not proofread, abandonment?, dialogue in albedo’s part only, just very sad angst, i went overboard

reblogs are appreciated!

kaedehara kazuha

the time where you and him bask in the night sky as you lay yourselves onto the lush and soft green grass is a memory that would never leave kazuha’s mind.

having to experience the beauty of nature with someone else is a wish he never thought would become a reality. though, he must admit, it is nice to have someone by his side.

that someone being you, he couldn’t ask for someone better.

the way he sees the wind swirl through your body as if you’re some kind of deity is quite the sight to behold.

he likes how the wind practically makes you look 10x more appealing to the human eye. it’s ethereal to him.

but as much as he loves to stay and spend more time with you, you’re well aware that he’s a wandering samurai.

he’s the type to follow wherever the wind takes him. no matter where, he’s always out and about to explore the sights teyvat has to offer. it’s as if ‘wandering’ is in his blood.

if you say you want to follow him, he’s pleased to hear that. but the thought of you getting hurt scares him.

there are areas in teyvat that are dangerous and would rather not want you to go through that for the sake of him.

what he wants is to keep you safe. even if it means distancing or even separating himself from you in order to do that.

the wind will lead him back to you eventually, right?

albedo kreideprinz

you find yourself lazing about in albedo’s lab whenever you’re bored or just want some company. and you happened to be acquainted with the chief alchemist for a while, so you decided to accompany him as you watched him dutifully work on an experiment.

the way you see him so absorbed into what he’s doing is cute in your eyes. his eyes squinting as he focuses on the matter at hand, his careful handwork, his fluffy hair bouncing for every step he takes as he walks to another table to grab something..

at this point, he’s not even trying. you’re drawn to him the more you admire his features, for he is quite a handsome-

you didn’t realize you were admiring albedo in your head for too long because he walked up to you face to face, concerned that you were just standing there not saying anything to him the whole time you were there.

“are you alright? you have been staring at me for quite some time now.”

hearing his voice, (albeit a little hard to hear from you staring at him for too long,) you shook your head vigorously as a look of pure shock was plastered on your face. embarrassment ran through your veins.

“ah.. i’m sorry, albedo. i was only spacing out.”

albedo had a blank expression. he didn’t seem fazed to hear that, but he wasn’t annoyed. he just didn’t know how to properly express that specific ‘feeling.’

“..hm…”

was all he said before turning his attention back to his experiment.

…

you frowned a bit, because you weren’t expecting his answer to be this dry. it’s not even a word, it’s just a sound.

but you knew that’s just how albedo talks. and you also knew he didn't get the hint.

no matter how hard you try to get some sort of reaction out of him, nothing worked.

was the amount of time spent with him all for nothing? did he really enjoy your presence? all of these questions are plaguing your mind the more you think about them.

if only you knew how albedo truly felt about you.

lumine

when you’re by her side, you’ve made many memories together.

the sights, the food, the laughs you shared.

they’re all memorable.

the time you and her went to lantern rite, abolished the vision hunt decree, talked to lots of people along the way.

they’re all nostalgic.

lumine definitely enjoyed having you around, because you’re the first person she had the pleasure of knowing of course.

you two make a great duo. lumine knows that there’s nothing that could stand in her way now that you’re by her side.

however, she has a reason for being in teyvat in the first place.

lumine is trying to fulfill what she’s here for. to finish her journey. so there’s really no stopping her, for she is ambitious.

a little too ambitious.

she’s so focused on finding out the truth of teyvat that you gradually vanish from her mind.

it seems as if lumine has been helping people nonstop to the point her mind shifted into what she’s originally here for.

it’s almost robot-like when you see her stride through the streets as you walk alongside her. it’s like a whole different lumine is with you.

no words were exchanged, only pure silence.

did the memories of you and lumine dissipate from her mind as if they never happened?

the answer is on her face.

based on her expression, it’s like she never met you.

and this only hurts you further into realizing just how committed she is.

an: i feel so guilty and sad for writing this that i wasn’t able to write for a fourth person. i’m sorry guys i’ll see if i can make it up by writing something fluffy soon 🥹 edit: OH YEAH AND THANK YOU TO 🦉🌙 ANON FOR THIS IDEA!!!

#✏️ lume writes #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin angst #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #albedo x reader #lumine x reader #kaedehara kazuha angst #kazuha angst #albedo angst #lumine angst

[posebean]

Summer Rain: Storm-Given Flu 4

Writer: Beanosei

Season: Summer, a year later

Characters: Niki, Rinne

Niki: (Rinne-kun, are you really okay?)

A year later. A small live house.

Niki: Uuu… The line at the grocery store was so long…I hope I’m not late.

Niki: (Rinne-kun said his live was around now, right? I hope this is the right place.)

Niki: (As I expected, Dad found out about the idol thing and we got into a huge fight…)

Niki: (Nahaha…I guess it was out of love and concern. Idols were the thing that separated us, after all.)

Niki: …

Niki: (Well, it was fun while it lasted. And now I’m back on track to being the best chef I’ve always said I was!)

Niki: (Rinne-kun didn’t give up. He was sad but understood that I couldn’t keep going.)

Niki: (He kept working hard. Even though I’m pretty sure people have been losing interest in solo idols like him, lately.)

Niki: (Especially because the higher-ups have been shafting him for bigger groups, leaving him with small jobs like this.)

Niki: …

Niki: (He still takes them gladly and comes home every night with a smile when I ask how everything went.)

Niki: (Rinne-kun, are you really okay?)

Niki: Ah yes, hello. Could I buy a ticket for the current live?

Niki: I don’t need to? It’s free? Okay, thank you.

Niki:...

Rinne: “♪”

Niki: (This place is practically empty…)

Niki: (I can see the staff on their phones, not paying attention at all.)

Niki: (Why is no one watching him? When he’s still giving it his all?)

Niki: (If no one will watch him, I will!)

Niki: (I’ll always have my eyes on him, then at least someone in this world will know how hard Rinne-kun is working.)

Niki: (All the late nights and hard practices he’s gone through…I know them all.)

Niki: (Even if no one else in the whole world does, I will be here to cheer you on, Rinne-kun!)

Niki: (walks forward, clapping to the beat.)

Rinne: “♪…!”

Niki: (Ah, he visibly brightened~ )

Niki: Hi Rinne-kun, I’m cheering for you! Give it your all!

Rinne: Niki ♪ You’re here!

Niki: Hush, you’re on stage. Sing into the mic, Rinne-kun.

Rinne: “♪”

Rinne: “This one’s for you, Niki!”

Rinne: “♪”

Niki: Waaah it’s just us and a bunch of staff~ But still, don’t just call me out like that!

Niki: That’s so unprofessional of you, Rinne-kun~

Rinne: “♪”

Niki: (Nahaha, he has that sparkle in his eye again.)

Rinne: “♪”

Rinne: “♪”

Rinne: “♪”

Rinne unbloom fade out

Rinne: (bowing) “Thank you for coming!”

Niki: (It looks like some of the staff actually started to listen when he shouted my name out, haha~)

Niki: (I’ll go wait for him outside~)

Niki: Oh, I better not forget my groceries! (grabs the bag he left on the ground)

Niki: Wonder how long Rinne-kun will take to change~

Rinne:...

Niki: Rinne-kun!~ (runs at him and hugs him)

Rinne: ! 

Rinne: Whoah~ Niki. You scared me!

Niki: Rinne-kun you did great!! That was amazing!

Rinne: Gyahaha ☆

Rinne: But of course~ I'm Rinne-kun after all!

Niki: Pfft, arrogant much?

Niki: Did you have fun?

Rinne: Of course! Doing lives is always fun~

Niki: (Even with an empty hall?)

Rinne: I had the best audience I could ever ask for~

Niki: What? But you had no-

Rinne: Niki’s dumb so he won’t get it, nevermind☆

Rinne: Let's go home. You went to the grocery store before this, right? We probably should put those in the fridge right away.

Niki: Hey! Don’t think I didn’t just hear you insult me!

Niki: But yeah! And it’s okay, we can take our time.

Niki: They’re mostly non-perishables and sauces.

Niki: Oh! And apples were on sale today! I was thinking about making Rinne-kun’s favorite baked apples for dessert later!

Niki: Thought that you deserved something nice after working so hard today, Rinne-kun!

Rinne: …

Niki: ! (Is suddenly lifted into the air)

Niki: P-Put me down Rinne-kun! You’re squeezing me!

Rinne: No~ How else am I supposed to express how happy I am to Niki~

Niki: Put me down~

Niki: (...He has tears in his eyes.)

Niki: (But he’s smiling~ So that’s good.)

Rinne: Can we order a pizza too?

Niki: …

Rinne: On my money~ I at least got paid a bit for this live!

Niki: Fine, only if you let me pick the toppings! I still have trauma from the last time I let you pick!

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[slamminslamminmcgill]

Closing Time - Saul Goodman/FTM!OC (NSFW!)

this is a saul goodman/transmasc!oc commission i wrote for @okadaizoirl ♥ :3

alex's boss learns some things about him.

warnings: rough sex, humiliation/degradation, homophobic slurs

anatomical terms: dick/cock, hole

words: 1,537

ao3 link

“You almost done over there, kid?”

Alexei didn’t look up from his work. “Yeah, almost,” He said in deep concentration. “I’m on the last file for today. Shouldn’t take too long. Just got a couple more pages to look over.”

Saul groaned, “Jeez, kiddo, come on. Give ‘em a quick glance and set ‘em aside. I won’t tell if you don’t.” He was lying back in his chair, feet propped up on the desk, impatient, petulant, and bored, as usual. 

Alex scoffed playfully, “What, so I’m on the hook if you make a mistake with a client? Someone has to do some actual work around here.” 

Saul chuckled. He couldn’t deny he liked having someone who’d fire back. “Aw, all work and no play, am I right?” He uncrossed his legs and stood up behind the desk, making sure to stretch as loudly and obnoxiously as possible. “Welp, can I at least get you a drink? Help you take the edge off?”

“Sure, sure. Thanks.” Alex replied, still laser-focused on the document. When Saul approached him with a cup of scotch, the two locked eyes, and Alex noticed that he was staring down at his shirt. He checked himself and saw that he had one more button open than usual. Oh fuck, did he notice?

“Hey, what happened there?” Saul asked nonchalantly, pointing at the scars on his assistant’s chest, “You mess with the wrong people, or something? Cause I know a guy if you need to skip town or-”

“No, no, I’m fine, really. They’re just from a, uh… surgery I had a while ago.” Alex accepted the drink and took a sip, hoping that’d be enough of an answer. He set the glass down on the table and picked up his pen, now looking over the paper more anxiously than before.

“Surgery? At your age?” Saul raised an eyebrow and sat down across from him. “What’d you do, son?” He had a concerned look on his face. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Alex sighed and dropped the pen. No getting out of this one. He took a deep breath before he spoke, “They’re from my mastectomy. I’m trans.” 

Saul’s expression went through a series of changes. Confusion, bewilderment, and then finally settling on amusement. “Wait, wait, wait. Does that mean you had boobs?”

Alex snorted. That was a funny way to process it. “Oh, yeah. I had a HUGE rack before. You would’ve loooved them.” 

Saul blushed at the thought, and his pants suddenly felt tighter. “Ah, you got me. You know me too well.” He laughed to diffuse the tension, though he couldn’t deny his curiosity. He looked over his assistant’s shoulder. The door was locked, right? No one would think to come in so late. “So, uh…” He cleared his throat, praying he didn’t trip over his words too much. “Is that the only… procedure you had done?”

Alex could see right through him.  “What? You wanna know if I still got a pussy?” He stood up from his chair and walked around to Saul, leaning back against the desk, “You pervert.”

“Guilty as charged,” Saul laughed, more confidently this time, and crossed his arms. “But I think it’s best if you give me the full disclosure. You shouldn’t keep secrets from your boss, kid.”

Alex smirked and peeled his clothes off, slowly. He wanted to savor the moment. The seconds leading up to it felt like years to Saul, but the reveal was worth the wait. He hopped onto the desk and spread his legs, offering himself up fully. “There. No secrets. I’ve got nothing to hide.”

“Nothing to hide? Really?” Saul got up from his seat and positioned himself in between Alex’s legs. “You’re proud of a little dick like that? Does it even get hard?”

Alex gasped. The insults were starting to chip away at his pride. He hated to admit it, but the degradation was turning him on. “It is hard…”

Saul cackled. “No way! Already? I didn’t even do anything!” He ran his fingers up Alex’s slit, savoring the whimpers he got in response, and rubbed his thumb along the other’s dick. “Wow. It is. And you’re already wet. Whore.” His other hand tugged Alex’s hair and pulled him into a rough kiss, using that as an opportunity to slip his fingers inside the boy’s hole. Alex jumped and grabbed his suit jacket for support, moaning pathetically into the other’s mouth.

Saul was the one to break things off. “Heh, so that’s all it took, huh? I didn’t know I had such a desperate little slut on payroll,” He withdrew his fingers and yanked Alex’s hair hard, dragging a loud moan from him. “Oh? You like getting manhandled like that? Good.” He used his grip on his hair to pull him down flat against the desk. “Stay there. Daddy’s gonna have fun with you.” he growled, unbuckling his belt.

Before Alex could even process it, his boss was grabbing his thighs and wrapping his legs around his waist. He couldn’t bear to wait any longer. “Please, Daddy… I-” He was cut off by a hard thrust into his hole and a firm hand around his neck.

“Shut. Up.” Saul wasted no time in setting a brutal pace, his hand tightening around Alex’s throat and turning his moans of pleasure into incoherent gurgling.  “You don’t get to make demands around here. You’re gonna lay back and let me take what I want from you. Is that understood?” He relaxed his hold slightly to let his subordinate answer. 

The cool air hit Alex like a freight train, and he gasped for anything he could get to ease his burning throat, his hole clenching tightly around Saul’s cock. The latter hissed in delight, but quickly regained control. He slapped Alex across the face. “Well? Are you gonna answer me, bitch?”

Alex yelped at the hit. “Y-Yes, Daddy!” He cried.

Saul wasn’t phased in the slightest. “Yes, Daddy, what?”

“Yes, Daddy! I… ngh… I understand!”

“You’re gonna let Daddy take what he wants?”

“Yes! Hah… fuck… Do… Do whatever you want to me! I’m all yours!”

Saul chuckled, “That’s a good boy.” He took his hand off his neck and replaced it with his mouth, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin, leaving a mark that was sure to bruise. His now free hand dragged itself down his subordinate’s body, and took his cock within his fingers. He started to stroke it, which got Alex to practically wail and arch his back beneath him. “Aw, look at that. You like getting your little dick played with, huh? I bet it feels so good. Go ahead, tell me you like getting your tiny dick touched.”

The force of Saul’s hips crashing into him pushed the words out. He panted like a dog trying to answer in between thrusts, “I… like… getting… my… t-tiny… dick… touched…” 

“Good boy! Yes you do!” Saul ruffled his hair before knotting his fingers in it, “You like it because you’re a faggot, isn’t that right?” Alex let out a shameful whine, bucking his hips to meet Saul’s fingers, much to his amusement. “Heh, I’ll take that as a yes.”

It was getting to be too much for Alex. He could feel the pressure bubbling inside him, leaking out against Saul’s cock. He stumbled over his words trying to beg for release. “Please… ah! F-fuck… Daddy… so… so close… please…”

Saul’s voice was laced with mockery. “Aw, what’s the matter, whore? Can’t take it? Go on, then,” he gave Alex’s hair another sharp tug, “Do it, faggot.”

Alex’s body caved in on itself, his limbs wrapping around Saul’s back and gripping him tight. His climax flooded his senses and overloaded his nerves, but Saul didn’t stop. He kept up his ruthless pace, determined to break the boy’s very mind and fuck him stupid. It seemed to be working.

“There we go! Good boy! Now, do it again. Come on, give Daddy another one.” He stroked him even faster to coax another orgasm out of him, and it worked like a charm. Another loud cry, another rush of sensation, another tight squeeze around his superior’s cock. Saul winced and let out a shaky laugh, his rhythm starting to falter. “Oh shit, that’s good… ” 

Alex could do nothing but take it, drool seeping from his lips, his body wracked with ecstasy. Using all of his remaining cognition, he managed to jumble together a request. “Please… Daddy… can’t… can’t take it… please…”

Saul brushed his assistant’s hair out of his face, and kissed his forehead. “I got you, baby. I got you.” His hips stuttered until he reached his own peak, plowing Alex into the desk and spilling inside him with a primal groan. The boy whined, his body went limp, and he fell down flat against the hardwood. 

The two stayed like that for a moment, each taking the time to catch their breath and compose themselves. It was strangely intimate. Neither of them had expected this from the other, and neither knew what to say. Nothing more needed to be said, but Saul broke the silence.

“So… you said you still had some pages to look at?”

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[everlastiingiimmortals]

@zorkaya asked:

“I don’t know, General,” she purrs, her smile charming and her eyes gleaming with subtle mischief. Even the way she drags his title is laced with hidden meanings, but there is a reason for all, no? Of course, there is. “If you keep looking at me like that, I might blush,” he’s literally just sitting in front of her. They’re drinking tea and playing chess. “Anyone told you how beautiful your eyes are, mhmm?” Without needing to look at the board, she moves her piece while gazing at the other. “Observant, sharp, wise. The way you study your opponent is such an attractive trait. Like you’re searching for sign of weakness. How challenging.” They’re evenly matched, which proves to be an engaging game while throwing words and discussion in the midst of it. Her smile widens, slyly, as she chuckles. “I hope my compliments and admiration don’t… interrupt your strategizing.” You little fox, you just enjoy watching reactions when you flirt!

“Ah, forgive me, meeting an even match made me act as if drunk on your company. But do tell me if it concerns you, I still have a list of compliments to go through while waiting for your turn~” What a tease but also how thick she lays such genuine compliments. Then again, it’s more fun to go straight ahead with someone who is used to strategy and thinking deeply. But she does flirt right now both because she wonders if she can partially break his defenses in the game and also because she feels like it, even if Astral Express crew would stare at her as if she’s insane to speak to the General like this! “Maybe the winner can take another to a nice restaurant~” Now, she winks, wondering if it’ll make him laugh. His laugh must be rich and pretty, right?

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A younger, less experienced man would have fumbled and dropped a tea cup with the sudden, heavy flirting. Jing Yuan does no such thing, to his credit, but his cup halts on its way to his lips, golden eye -- having focused on the move Zarina just made -- flickering back up to his opponent in evident surprise. He recovers well, that's for sure, the momentary shock passing as quickly as it arrives, but he takes his time with his tea before responding all the same.

"I can't say they have," he says mildly in response. "My eyes have been described in a number of ways, but that isn't one of them." Said eyes narrow subtly as she continues; whether proving her point with how they flick over her face, or in warning, is hard to tell. "If I were to be interrupted by such obvious attempts at a distraction," the tone of his voice dips to a rumble, "I wouldn't be a very good general or opponent, would I?"

Then, as he thinks this is the end to her mischief, she keeps going. He stares, rolling a piece between his fingers as she continues. Drunk on his company? The more she continues, the more the feeling of — not quite exasperation, nor resignation, something more incredulous, bewildered — settles in his chest. Ah, so she really was just trying to get under his skin, wasn't she? And then —

“Maybe the winner can take another to a nice restaurant~”

A startled snort escapes at the sheer absurdity of Zarina's wink, prompting Jing Yuan to busy himself with his tea once again. It's not a laugh, not yet, but the glimmer in his eye reveals his amusement.

"...How very bold of you, madam," his mouth is hidden by one hand, shielding the tiny smile on his face. "Persistent, too. I don't recall anyone ever daring such a stunt like this in my time as General." The piece is slid onto the board as he leans forward, finally dropping his hand from his face. "You are a charming individual, Miss Solokova. I might take you up on that little bet."

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[why-am-i-here-someone-save-me]

Cider & Cecilias

Sunset had just begun to fall over the city of Mondstandt when the usual din filled the air, drunken chatter and boisterous laughter filling the streets. If one were to enter Angel’s Share however, they’d find the tavern to be much quieter than usual. The reason being that one of the usual patrons was absent.

The young Ragivinder glances at barstools across the counter, a small frown forming on his face at the continued absence of his “favorite freeloader”. It was nothing like Venti to not be here at this hour.

The bard in question quietly slipped in and took his normal seat at the bar. Diluc turned to him while polishing an empty wineglass, raising an eyebrow at the archon’s silence. A quiet Venti was never a good thing, a lesson he’d learned very quickly. But the redhead’s wariness is replaced by sight concern when the bard gives him a small, and very fake (he knew from experience) smile. Upon seeing Diluc not buying the forced smile, Venti let’s his expression fall. The tycoon sits the glass aside, an unspoken question in his red eyes.

“Today is… an anniversary of sorts… Not a good one unfortunately…” Diluc just nods in understanding. He’s no stranger to bitter anniversaries. It was a familiar pain that rolled around every year on his birthday. The tycoon wordlessly pours a glass of wine for the bard, but the gesture is politely refused, much to his surprise. “Ah, no thank you. I really appreciate the offer, but I… I try to stay sober today.” Venti sighs a little. “Could I trouble you for just some apple cider instead Master Diluc?”

A few moments later the bard is sipping on a glass of apple cider, a distant, almost mournful, look in his eyes. “…I’m not one to discuss feelings and the like, but I can tell you need to get something off your chest. Confide in me if it helps. I can’t promise I’ll know what to say, but I’ll listen.” Venti looks up at the bartender with a surprised expression. “Don’t you need to work though?” “I’m only here because it was a busy night. Now that it’s gotten late, I can leave it to the others.” Venti takes another sip of his cider before sighing deeply and beginning to speak.

“Today marks the hundredth year since I lost someone very close to me. Even though no one but I remember them now, it still feels as though I lost them only yesterday… Sometimes I find myself daydreaming that they’re still with me. I know it’s unhealthy to do it, but it’s…. For those few moments, it feels like everything is right.” The ex archon sips his cider once again, a bitter laugh passing his lips. “…[Name] never did like my drinking habits. No matter how many times I told them that alcohol doesn’t have any long term side effects for an immortal, they’d still pout and insist that I drink less. Even if it’s far too late now, a part of me hopes that wherever they are now, they’ll see me cutting back for them. I know you think I drink an unreasonable amount, but I’m actually really good about my alcohol intake these days.”

The redhead raises an eyebrow at those words, skepticism clear in his crimson eyes. Venti laughs quietly at the doubtful look. “I’m serious!”

“Venti! What are you doing here at this time in the morning? I’ve heard of day drinking but this is ridiculous! Let’s just… Let’s go home okay? You worried me last night. I kept waiting and waiting and you never came home. Hm? No, no I’m not mad. Maybe a tad disappointed, but not angry. How about next time we come together and maybe get some cider instead?”

“…Apple cider was their favorite. I guess they rubbed off on me, since I’ve found myself enjoying it more too.” Venti’s eyes turn from wistful to saddened. “…It’s funny though. For some reason, it never seems to be quite as sweet as I remember it being when we drank it together…”

“Want to take a walk to Windrise this afternoon? Ah, now? Well, I can’t go right now. I’m sorry. I have work to catch up on first. But don’t worry, we can definitely take a walk later! Promise!”

The bard sighs. “They always loved going on walks to Windrise. The way that their face would light up and their eyes would sparkle, it was… So beautiful. The first time I saw that expression it left me speechless. They laughed at me for weeks after that. Of course when I’d turn it back on them and tease them for being ‘so gorgeous they took the words from a wordsmith’ they’d get all flustered.”

“Hey, Venti I… I have a small request. Could you maybe come with me to Starsnatch Cliff this evening? It would mean a lot to me. Why? No reason in particular. I just think it’d be nice.”

“Cecelias were they’re favorite. They could make the best flower crowns from them. I’d call them that sometimes. ‘My ceclia’. I called them lots of things… They made a lot of words mean so much more… I’d call them Windblume, my muse, my song… So many different things, yet… I wish I could’ve simply called them by their name more…”

“…I’ll be honest Venti. When I said there wasn’t a reason I wanted to come to the cliff with you I… I lied. There is a reason. I just wanted to spend a last night with you. Just the two of us, and the stars.”

“Venti, you know I’m not that cruel. I may joke around with you sometimes, but I’m not heartless enough to make jokes about my life.”

“…I know. This is why I didn’t tell you. I wanted you to be happy, and I knew that if I told you I was dying, you’d beat yourself up for it for years.”

“Hey now, don’t cry! It’s okay, I’m content. I lived every day to the fullest with you by my side. I don’t have any regrets. I’m happy.”

“I’m happy Venti. Please, won’t you promise me that you’ll find happiness too?”

“I-I promise [Name].”

The bard sighs into the fresh air as he sits down on the grass of Starsnatch Cliff. He holds the freshly picked cecilia close to his chest, breathing in the smell of fresh flowers and the sea far below. With the taste of apple cider still lingering on his lips, he looks to the moon. For a moment everything is perfect in a way he can only describe as ‘you’. Cider and cecilias with a hint of the sea; the feeling of home. The feeling of you.

Venti closes his eyes as he looks to the moon, soft whispered words passing from his lips.

“I love you [Name]. Even if it’s only your memory; that’s enough. I’m happy with that. I’m happy.”

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[rose-and-thorn-fanfics]

“Mary Prays The Rosary For My Broken Mind” (An AHS Apocalypse Fanfic) Michael Langdon x Fem!OC : Part 2

Two days later, and Primrose hadn’t seen much of Michael Langdon. She had passed him once in the hall, but he seemed distracted, and she was still bashful after the interrogation. Days and nights in Outpost Three seemed mechanical and lackluster. Well, until Emily knocked on Prim’s door. 

“Prim! Venable is calling a meeting. Everyone is to attend.” Emily spoke through the dark wooden door.

Primrose opened the door, coming face to face with her friend. Emily seemed stressed, like something terrible had happened, and Prim’s heart felt like lead. “More snakes? Did someone get contaminated?” She whispered as they walked down the hall towards the library. 

Emily stopped and turned to Primrose. “Timothy and I... we had sex.” 

Prim stopped walking as well. “Does Venable know? That’s against the rules! You could’ve gotten killed and turned into... stew...”

Emily’s expression turned dark. “They were going to kill us. Venable and Ms. Mead. But...”

“But what?!” Primrose said, distraught.

“But Langdon saved us. I’m not sure why... Maybe I was wrong to judge him so quickly.” Emily said, then shook her head.

Prim pursed her lips, glassy eyed as she drifted into a brief daydream about Michael’s hand sliding down gently onto her breast, right above her heart. She snapped out of the trance quickly, though, as Emily tapped her sharply on the shoulder.

“Prim? Prim! Are you ok?” Emily asked, eyes brimming with concern. 

“Yeah, I’m just... you know...”

Emily nodded. “I know. Its a lot to hear that Venable is still so willing to kill us over the slightest deviance from the rules. They’re stupid rules if you ask me.”

Primrose nodded, and the two girls continued down the hall. They entered the library silently, standing by the fireplace in anticipation as Wilhelmina Venable stood before everyone, calling the residents’ attention merely by her looming presence. 

“Times have been difficult,” she began in her usual weathered voice. “And perhaps punishments and other disciplinary measurements have been taken too far these past few weeks. Now, what I think we all need is a celebration. We have prevailed this long, so tonight there will be a Halloween Soiree.” Venable watched their shocked faces with amusement. Primrose and Emily smiled with a matching essence of uncertainty. 

‘Why is Venable suddenly so concerned with our happiness and wellbeing?’ Prim thought. Something felt off.

“I expect you all to come up with the most... exquisite costumes. And one last thing.” She stated, leaning on her cane. “Attendance, is mandatory.”

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Primrose stood in front of the long mirror in her room, staring blankly at herself, then sighing, and turning to the dresses she had arranged on the bed. It was hard to make decisions when she felt this nervous. What was the true motive for Venable hosting this party? ‘Will Michael be there?’ She wondered, lips parting for a second before she pushed the thought away. ‘Why does that matter?’ She lifted one of the dresses off of the bed. It was white velvet with silver and gold brocade and long bell sleeves. “Its giving angelic Juliette Capulet vibes.” She whispered. “What should my mask be made from?” Primrose thought as she undressed. There were feathers on the bodice of the other dresses. ‘Some of them are even white.’ She nodded. 

She’d be an angel for the party. She turned back towards the mirror, doing her best to get the gown on and cinch her own corset. Satisfied with how she looked, Primrose pinned her hair up in a simple twist with a pair of bejeweled combs that shone like moonlit diamonds. “Pretty...” she said. Then instantly felt ashamed. This dress was finer than anything her mother had ever had, even for her wedding. It probably would cost more than her tuition in the pre-apocalyptic world. It felt beautiful and wrong. “Just like...” Primrose silenced the thought. 

She turned and exited the hall, knocking on Emily’s door. Emily opened it. “Oh my god! You look beautiful! Like an angel!” Emily said, her thick dark curls pulled elegantly into an updo and her neck adorned with a beautiful necklace. She hugged Primrose tightly, then released her and backed up again to appreciate her friend’s costume. “Why do you look so sad, Prim? Tonight we get to celebrate our survival!”

“I don’t know... maybe if I finish making my mask it’ll cheer me up,” Prim said, not wanting to spoil the festive mood. “I’ll meet you in the library in a bit, ok?”

“Deal,” Emily nodded. 

Primrose returned to her room. She closed the door and started fiddling with the feathers she had plucked from the other gowns, trying her best to attach them to a very basic mask. 

“Need any help?” a charismatic and familiar voice said from behind her. 

Primrose whirled around, “How’d you g-get in here?” She gasped, coming face to face with Michael Langdon.

“You wanted me to come, so I came.” He breathed, studying her face with a look of delight. “You look like an angel.” 

She stood unable to look away from his tempting lips. Primrose felt a kind of magnetism to this man that was impossible to explain. “But I never said you should come here-”

“Shhh....” Michael said, gently stroking her pouty lower lip with his thumb. “You didn’t tie your corset all the way.” Langdon observed, spinning her around so her could see the bow where her corset was cinched. 

“Oh...” Primrose replied, caught off guard by his comment. “I guess I don’t have a lot of experience with clothes like these. Can you... help me? I told Emily I’d meet her in the library soon.” She asked, her voice shaking. 

“Actually, I wouldn’t bother. I don’t think this dress suits you very much at all.” Michael stated in an even tone. 

“But you said I looked like an angel? Isn’t that a good thing?” Prim questioned, turning back around quickly to face him. 

He towered over her, laughing softly and shaking his head, his long golden hair falling forward a bit as he bent down closer to her face. 

Before Primrose could think straight, his lips were on hers, and his kiss was absolutely intoxicating. It was a dark poison she couldn’t get enough of. It tasted of lust, and of every sinful act she had resisted in the past lifetime. She moaned, surrendering to Michael’s touch as his hands traveled over her curvy figure, caressing every part of her body she loathed and thought unworthy or lacking in beauty. His kisses traveled down her neck as his long graceful fingers undid the ribbons that fastened the dress onto her body. Then Langdon suddenly pulled away. “Come with me, Primrose.” He said. 

Like a lost puppy dog, she followed him obediently out the door of her room and into his own bedchambers. He closed the door behind them, and picked up a dark blood stained knife with a serrated blade. 

Primrose backed up against the wall, whimpering as he approached her with it. Her brown eyes widened abruptly with fear. She muttered something along the lines of a plea for mercy, until he was inches away. Then, with a swift and calculated gesture, Michael covered her mouth, muffling Prim’s scream as he ripped the blade through the fabric of her dress. The garment crumpled down to the ground and left her standing in only her underwear. 

When Langdon lifted his hand from her mouth, she started crying tears of shock and relief. “You scared me...” She whispered, staring up at Michael’s devilish grin. 

“Mmm...” Michael sighed with ecstasy as he pressed his erection up against her. “You’re so pure... Poor girl, you truly weren’t lying about your virginity.”

“Please go easy on me... this is my first t-t-time.” Primrose cried.

“I’ll give you exactly what you deserve.” Michael said, taking off his clothes and advancing towards the girl. She blushed, feeling guilty. Prim had never seen a man’s cock in person before, only in anatomy books, yet her instincts told her that his was exceptionally large. Intimidatingly so. He scooped her up, roughly tossing her onto his bed, where she spread her legs, submitting to him. It was a brief moment, he held her hips and stared directly into her eyes. Primrose’s mind flashed suddenly with images of pure evil, bloody sacrifices in the name of Satan, and wretched unspeakable sins she could never have imagined on her own. And then her mind cleared, and he plunged his length inside of her.

“Ahhh!” She squeaked as she felt her clit stretch and her body tremble with elation and fear. Michael pushed deep into her, then pulled out, leaving her panting. He fingered her wet pussy a bit before thrusting his dick back in. He did this repeatedly until Primrose climaxed and begged him to leave it in so he could cum inside her. 

Michael laughed, and she could hear his voice in her mind, taunting her and saying the filthiest and most vile things she had ever heard, perhaps that anyone had ever heard. Prim furrowed her brow in confusion, but was quickly distracted by the way he bit her neck and the feeling of him cumming. She felt warm blood trickle down her neck and she squirmed in pain. But the pleasure convinced her to cooperate and follow his lead once again. 

“Oh god....” She whispered.

Michael bit her harder, this time the pain was nearly unbearable. He pulled away, lips dripping with her blood. “No. Not god. I want you to say my name.” He growled. “Praise me.”

Primrose wept, neck stinging with sensitivity where he had ripped her flesh. “Praise... you?” She whimpered.

Michael nodded, locking her in his gaze.

“You’re... him. You’re S-s-s”

“SAY IT.” Micheal threatened. 

“Satan.” Primrose moaned. 

Michael looked somewhat satisfied, and kissed his victim passionately on her lips again, fingers wrapping around her neck. Primrose felt her vision grow dark.

When she regained consciousness, she was lying in the Antichrist’s bed, and she could feel the regret starting to set in. It ached like her neck where his hands had choked her. Michael was fully dressed once more, sitting at his desk and typing on his laptop. She got out of bed quickly dropping to her knees and kneeling with her hands pressed together as she repented to the Lord. 

When he paused he glanced in her direction and grabbed his serrated knife, scooping her up and pinning her against the wall. “Do you really think god still wants you? That he’d forgive you? That he’d show you any mercy? You naive little girl,” Michael scoffed. “You are mine now. You’re a filthy whore.” He leaned in, whispering in her ear. “Embrace it. Stop pretending to love a god who killed your mother and abandoned you.”

Tears streamed down her face, and all her anger at god resurfaced. “That’s right...” Michael said, licking her lustfully. “That’s my girl. Now lie down again. I’ll join you once I finish deciding on the selections for the Sanctuary.” 

Primrose returned obediently to his bed, wrapping the soft covers around her body, and letting her exhaustion overtake her senses. She was about to drift off to sleep when the door opened and Venable and Ms. Mead entered. 

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[wo-onu]

Is it cool to request Haejoon’s reaction to his crush who is a friend to him, seeking advice on confessing to someone they love who is not him? It’s fine to do a headcanon or a oneshot, it’s up to you :)

thank you so much for requesting, starburst777 ♡ this was a fun request to write because it’s cool to explore just how unhinge my ocs can be. i hope this is to your liking! if there’s anything else, don’t hesitate to tell me ♡ [also sorry it took some time to post/answer ㅠㅡㅠ]

╰₊✧ ﾟ⚬𓂂➢ [haejoon character profile]

* ・✦⇢ contents :: yandere!oc with a darling who wants to confess to someone else [hcs + scenarios] 1.9k

* ・✦⇢ warnings/cw :: general yandere themes, manipulative behaviour, slight coercion.

* ・✦⇢ additional notes :: can be read as gender neutral. no particulars were described.

* :: [important ! the use of -ah in one’s name can determine closeness or affection towards another person. usually used by an older gen but people close in age or the same age friend groups also use as a way of casual speaking.

* saying ya/yah (an informal way of saying hey) is considered rude when saying to an older person even if they’re only a year older or even someone who has a higher rank than you (eg. if you’re superior or any sunbae at a workplace is younger than you, formal speech will still apply to them even if they’re younger)

* sunbae = senior , hoobae = junior]

* :: likes/reblogs and feedbacks are always appreciated! my ask is open for reqs~

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~ ☆゜haejoon with a darling who wants to confess to someone else !

ʚ ﹒ ﹕ ̟乀 kang haejoon !

* `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ in this scenario, it will be more hypothetical and just talks about confessing to someone. it was sort of the aftermath of your break up with someone; haejoon and you were alone in a club room, waiting for everyone else to arrive as only the both of you had an empty schedule before club time.

* `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ in this scenario, it will be more hypothetical and just talks about confessing to someone. it was sort of the aftermath of your break up with someone; haejoon and you were alone in a club room, waiting for everyone else to arrive as only the both of you had an empty schedule before club time.

“sunbae, have you ever dated?” haejoon’s expression remained calm; however, if you looked closely, you can see that his pupils were shaking. he was stuck because he once read in some sort of self help book that talking about your past relationships with a person you’re interested with will never be a good thing. mind going about a hundred miles per second, he settled on honesty. if it was anyone else, he’d bury it and take it to his grave, instead, it was you. you will appreciate his honestly more than any sort of falseness.

“huh... well, not really? honestly... it’s a bit embarrassing to say but i haven’t been with anyone at all,” he sheepishly replied. he doesn’t particularly care about having relationships because he generally don’t really see people as people, he just doesn’t know whether he will look uncool because of his inexperience in your eyes. that was his only concern.

truthfully, if he hadn’t memorised you, he might think you’re finally gaining an interest in him. but he has to remind himself over and over— albeit, only in his own head— that this is you. you’re not asking because you see him as a potential love interest, you’re only asking because of pure curiosity.

he was proven right moments later when you told him, “i’ve been thinking... about relationships and stuff”

with an aching heart, despite trying to convince himself he didn’t have any expectations anyway, he could only reply with a soft “oh yeah? lets hear it, [name]-ah”

“hm... i was thinking, i thought that back then, romantic relationships were very important. but now that i’ve experienced it, it just feels like... every other relationship. um, how do i say this....” he only looks at you, encouraging you to continue with a rare small smile.

“whether it’s friendships, relationships, or whatever... anyways, it’s just like any other person to person type of relationship, nothing more and nothing less? just like... how i try to be considerate and somehow mindful towards people i consider friends or family, a romantic partnership is TJE same. so that... i couldn’t just accept anyone’s confessions just because i thought i wouldn’t be able to date in this lifetime...” as you say that, haejoon’s eyes widen just a tiny bit, and for some reason, you could see relief on his face. you continued, “and also... you know too, right sunbae? everyone always says i’m too pessimistic and that i do not know how to love someone... i just thought if i get into a relationship... it may not seem that way as much anymore.”

“so, you’re saying that you accepted because you thought this was your only chance? and it wasn’t that you liked him?”

“well... yea? i guess i had a positive feeling about him somewhat for me to accept him right?”

“hm... then, wasn’t that just because you were dating him in name?”

a pregnant pause came as you could only gape as you ponder over your sunbae’s words. it wasn’t entirely impossible. in fact, if you were being honest, it was more possible than it was impossible.

“perhaps... i was really curious about what it was like dating because everyone kept making a fuss about it. it felt like i only liked the title so i... huh”

“well, it’s a bit of a shock,” he reached out to play with the ends of your hair, a sly smile on his lips, “worrying that nobody will like you...” he paused, seemingly shy.

“if you ever want anyone, just have me. go come to me,”

“what the... sunbae! are you tempted by me too? eyyy~ don’t be like that, it’s exhausting to be this wanted~”

haejoon burst into a fit of laughter, holding onto your shoulders as he laughed soundlessly, body shaking.

“well, why not~ let’s go build an empire together once you graduate~”

“....sunbae, on the other hand, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. i want to establish a good company, too.”

“right? doesn’t it sound nice?”

present

* `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ in this instance, if you love someone who is not haejoon, he will honestly gaslight you to hell just so you will think and convince yourself otherwise.

* `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ if he was just a bit more sane and normal, he would’ve let you experience those things and let you go. but haejoon has long since realised that he’s not exactly normal and that he’s not exactly willing to let you go, despite never having the guts to confess. however, no other people are allowed. this time, he’s not willing to let you go roam and explore those type of feelings if not with him.

* `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ reuniting with you made him so, so happy. and in his mind, if this isn’t fate, then what is? therefore, he decided that he’s ready to own you completely. after all, he’s let you spread your wings enough all these years, no? but what are you suddenly talking about... having feelings for someone else? loving someone else? why do you have to go and think such useless things when you have him?

“sunbae,” you were hanging out with haejoon, it’s been a few months since both of you has reunited. and if you’re being honest, you were slightly disappointed in yourself that you let the contact between the two of you vanish once he graduated.

with a quiet hum, he turned to you, head tilted.

“um... this might sound weird but... may i ask for your thoughts?”

“always,”

a slight awkwardness filled you, you’re unsure how to receive your sunbae’s boundless affection towards you. now that you’re aware that he has always looked out for you instead of what you originally had thought of him trying to bother you then, you don’t know how to make it up to him. not that he wanted you to, but knowing that just doubles the mix of guilt and gratefulness you felt towards him.

“i just wanted to get your advice on something...” you looked away, fiddling with your fingers anxiously.

“anything,” he said with a slight smile.

“you see... i think... this time, i’ve... finally... f-fallen for someone,” your face was calm, however, haejoon could notice the slight flush and shyness you’re feeling. gripping the end of your sleeves, you look at him expectantly.

haejoon’s mind was working harder than ever before. truthfully, his time away from you should’ve dulled his feelings and yet, here he is: he didn’t think it was possible for him to have such a devastating devotion towards you even more now, but he was proven wrong the day he met you once again. of course, it wasn’t like he was totally unprepared for that. not when his hired informants had told him that you’re frequently in that area. that’s right, your accidental reunion wasn’t so accidental, after all. if need be, he will make it your absolute fate to be tied to him one way or another.

“you think?” a pause, “hmm... based on my observations ever since we’ve met again, you don’t seem so in love though? ya, my precious hoobae~ won’t you trust this sunbae who knows you more than anyone, hm?”

“oh. is that so?” you slight frown, unconvinced. you were quite a self aware person, but it is also quite true that your sunbae knows you more than anyone you know, probably even yourself. what if you’re just convincing yourself of liking someone just to prove you can once again?

“it might not be the case but... i want you to be absolutely sure, since you are such a precious person to me,” he smiled, clutching your hands as if to relay his sincerity.

“that’s true too... but sunbae, if my feelings are serious, you will support me right? i mean, i don’t know about these things and since you’re also a guy... it might help getting your perspective.”

“yes, of course. i’ll gladly help my [yn]-ah with everything.”

“thanks... i feel strangely comforted with that,”

haejoon beamed, happy that you feel at ease with him now. back then, it was so hard even just getting a meal or being alone with you. he could feel the alertness and wariness in your entire body. you hid it well but never from him; to him you were like a hissing cat that you yourself seem to adore. but now, it felt like you truly have warmed up to him and even initiate closing the gap between the two of you.

if that was the case, how could he ever let himself allow anyone else to have you now? even if it is your will, he simply can’t allow such a thing to happen. not again. if you truly wanted to confess, a little threat to that useless person will be easy. after that, he will be your only support through the inevitable heartbreak it will cause. he also has the option to send that bastard far, far away. he knows you might not be willing to start a long distance relationship, especially if it’s something new.

he ran every single possible scenario in his head and calculated that no matter what, it will be a win for him. therefore, all he did was caress your hands a little.

“[yn]-ah... you haven’t forgotten have you?” lost in your own self-reflection, his voice brought you back to life.

“hm, yes? yeah?”

“i told you before, right?” there was something strangely seductive in his eyes, mouth slightly curved into a smile, “if you want to have anyone, just come to me. you can have me,” instead of the unworthy people that seems to hover around you.

“what...” a dumbfounded pause, “what are you talking about again?!”

“once you find out your real intentions and it turns out you just want someone, don’t go far... just come to me, hm?”

“but...”

“you dislike it? you don’t like the thought of having me?”

“ya! ... this sunbae, don’t say terrible things.. seriously. it’s not that... it’s just,”

ignoring your informal speech despite using honourifics he tried convincing you even further, “i am far more trustworthy than any guy you’ve ever met,”

“that’s debatable,” you jest

“this rude... anyway. you don’t dislike it, right? i don’t think i’m quite a bad catch... although you’re the only girl who’s ever really been not afraid of me... you know it too right? i also don’t have any romantic experience because people are too wary of my background and... my personality.”

“sunbae... has everyone realised your two face? well, you do have quite a terrible personality,”

while it’s true that he was lacking proper dating experience; it was not because of others but him. he had everyone throwing themselves at him so it wasn’t hard to get anyone. he also has a face everyone liked. however, all he could offer those people was a good time in bed to release all his pent up stress. he will never be in a useless relationship when his end goal has always been belonging with you.

“yes, yes. but this time, i really mean it. you know i won’t ever joke about these things right?”

“hmm”

“come on, [yn]-ah. this has never changed back then, it won’t change now.”

“well...”

“let’s date, hm?”

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[nihils-trolls]

Hitting that Breaking Point

Recent events have left Yumech... stressed, to say the least. Unable to relieve or continue hiding it, everything just spills over.

Unfortunately, Yumech didn’t have all the time in the world to himself. While his situation gets hashed out with the guild council, there’s still work that needs to be done by someone. However, Yumech breathes a sigh of relief that it’s not him for once. With everything that’s been on his mind lately, he feels in no condition to be loading on more stress.

Slipping on his satchel and shoes, he gets ready to head out for the night- keen on taking one of his longer walks to clear the air. Before they get to the door however, they’re stopped by a question.

“Heading out, lad?” Caliro stands in the doorway for the dining room to the hall, having noticed they were leaving.

“... Yes,” they respond plainly. “I was just going out for a walk. Just don’t want to be stationary at the moment.”

“Ah. Mind if I go with? I could go for stretching my legs.” Caliro gives an easy smile, moving out of the doorway towards the hive entrance.

Yu slides their mask on, suddenly remembering the large gash in it around his neck. They hesitate, pressing a hand to it and looking away briefly. “Sure. I don’t see why not.” they shrug. It was supposed to be an attempt to be alone, but they guess they’ll just have to try again at a different time.

Now joined by Caliro, Yumech heads out of the village on their usual path- one that takes them far to the south, closer to the neighboring city.  The expanse of dense taiga was usually comforting and fairly solitary, as these woods tended to be empty more than not.

This time though, they find no respite. Yumech’s pace is quick at first, but slows the further from Wisp’s Hollow they get.

“It’s a nice night, isn’t it?” Caliro finally speaks up once they’re far from any other troll; an attempt at small talk.

He takes an awkwardly long moment to respond, not giving much of anything to the conversation. “I suppose.”

Caliro gives a nearly inaudible sigh through his nose. He was well aware he was intruding on what little time alone that Yumech got.

After a few more steps, Caliro pauses. “Well…I did want to speak with you, actually.”

Yumech looks back and up at him, a bit puzzled, but doesn’t say anything just yet.

Caliro meets his gaze with a steady smile, his gaze softening as he reaches out to lay a heavy hand on Yumech’s shoulder. He gives him a firm squeeze, and another smile; this one a touch weary.

“I know things’ve been…Rough on you lately. I just wanted you to know that you can always talk to me. I won’t tell a soul.”

Another squeeze, and Caliro lowers his hand. “You’ve a good head on your shoulders, but I can see you’ve been worryin’ yourself sick. If there’s anything, anything at all I can do to help, at least be a shoulder to cry on, I’m here for you.”

Yumech’s puzzled expression turns to one that’s mixed anguish and worry as the realization sets in. They haven’t been doing as great of a job of hiding their distress as they thought, and that terrifies them. But why?

He was caught a little off-guard by the conversation. There’s tears welling up that he’s desperately fighting back, and it’s difficult for him to figure out how to respond to that. But after looking away, they choke a few words out. “I… w-what am I supposed to do?”

Caliro knits his brow in confusion and dismay, parting his lips to take a breath before re-thinking what he was about to say. “How do you mean, lad?” He says finally, his tone gentle. Almost concerned.

“I mean,” they begin, unable to articulate properly. “I… don’t know how. I’ve always just… kept to myself. How do I even bring that up? I… I just don’t want to worry others needlessly over my own problems. So how can I?”

Caliro’s look of dismay and confusion deepens, as he processes Yumech’s meaning. “You…You don’t have to make yourself as small as possible, Yumech. The people in your life, we care about you- and that includes when you’re upset, or stressed…”

He sinks slowly to one knee to be closer to level with Yumech, reaching out again to put a hand on his shoulder. The look in his eye almost pleading, now. “You don’t have to handle it all alone.”

Again, they try to stomp down the tight feeling in their chest and throat, ultimately failing. After much deliberation, they give their best attempt to at least be comprehensible in what they say next. “Everything lately has just been… a lot, y’know?”

They sigh shakily, looking down at their hands as they hold them up in front of them. “It’s too much. I can’t just, hold it up inside anymore.” The look in their eye turns to one of panic as they realize something else. “I literally cannot hold it back inside anymore.”

Caliro didn’t know what he meant by that. He just took in Yumech’s anguish and horror, and then pulled them into a tight hug. No matter what was about to happen, he wasn’t letting go.

“This is bad; this is really, really bad-” they say quickly, but it was really too late for them to do anything, even if they could. Their control over their own stores of mana had completely eroded from the emotional outburst, and all of what they had began seeping out. “This.. is going to be bright. For the love of the gods, keep your eyes shut.”

And, as bidden, Caliro squeezes his eyes shut. Yumech shifts to wrap their arms around him as well; as soon as they do, the ridiculous quantity of energy they had stored up begins forcefully expelling itself from their system. It takes on the form of a blinding and searing light- a beacon, almost- somewhat singeing the both of them. Yumech winces from the pain they’re feeling, but otherwise doesn’t make a sound.

The area around is flooded with magic, particularly that of potent life energy. It causes a surge in every plant and spore in a half-mile radius, causing sudden and rapid growth and decay. The amount being released is even enough to disturb the dead; all manner of undead beings begin forming from the surroundings. However, they’re swiftly engulfed and entangled in the rising underbrush.

But as soon as the mana started pouring out, it stopped- Yumech being completely drained of everything he had. The light fades not long after, the explosion having left its damage plain on their arms. The shredded sleeves of their sweater reveal serious burns and some blackened discoloration trailing from their fingertips all the way up past their elbows.

Somewhere in the middle of it all, they’d lost the strength to keep themselves upright- letting go of their hold and leaning into Caliro. It’s not like they can really feel their arms anyway. Head pounding, he struggles a moment to speak.

“S… sorry. It’s over with now.”

#nihil writes #yumech stuff #and guest! #goddesstrolls #sighs about them. this was bound to happen eventually. it was just delayed the last time it was this bad.